I follow the Moskva,Down to Gorky Park,Listening to the wind of change.
An August summer night,Soldiers passing by,Listening to the wind of change.
I can feel it everywhere,Blowing with the wind of change,Take me to the magic of the moment,On a glory night...
Where the children of tomorrow dream away,in the wind of change,Walking down the street,Distant memories...
(em"WIND OF CHANGE")
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