I follow the Moskva… A’ folou de Mos-kua
Down to Gorky Park… Daun to Gorky Paa’k
Listening to the wind of change… Lis’nin’ tu de wuind of cheinch
An August summer night… An Ogos’ samer nai’t
Soldiers passing by… Soldshiers pasin’ bay
Listening to the wind of change

The world is closing in… De wuorld is clousin’ in
Did you ever think… Did yiu eve’ tink
That we could be so close, like brothers… Dat wui cuud bi so clous, laik broders
The future’s in the air… De fiushers in di eer
I can feel it everywhere… ‘ Can fiilet evrywuer
Blowing with the wind of change… Blowuin’ wuit de wuin’ of cheinch

Take me to the magic of the moment… Teik mi tu de meyik of de moomen’
On a glory night… On a glorry nai’t
Where the children of tomorrow dream away… Wuer de children of tumorrou driim ewuey
in the wind of change… In de wuin’ of cheinch

Walking down the street… Wuokin’ daun de estriit
Distant memories… Distant memorris
Are buried in the past forever… Ar’ berried in de past forrever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away… Wuer de children of tumorrou driim ewuey
in the wind of change… In de wuin’ of cheinch
Wind of change… Wuind of cheinch

The wind of change… De wuind of cheinch
Blows straight into the face of time… Blous estrei’t intu de feis of taim
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell… Laik a estormwuin’ da’ wuil ring de friidom bel
For peace of mind… For piis of main’
Let your balalaika sing… Let yior balalaika sin’
What my guitar wants to say… Wuat ma’ guitarra wuants tu sey
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away… Wuer de children of tumorrou driim ewuey
in the wind of change… In de wuin’ of cheinch
Wind of change… Wuind of cheinch

Writer(s): Klaus Meine
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