Scorpions, Morten Harket - Wind of Change

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.

The world is closing in,
Did you ever think that we could be so close, like brothers?
The future's in the air
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 are buried in the past forever.
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 share their dreams with you and me.

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change.

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time,
Like a stormwind that will ring the
Freedom bell for peace of mind.
Let your Balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams with you and me.

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change.


Wind of Change

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.
The world is closing in,
Did you ever think that we could be so close, like brothers?
The future's in the air
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 are buried in the past forever.
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 share their dreams with you and me.

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change.

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time,
Like a stormwind that will ring the
Freedom bell for peace of mind.
Let your Balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams with you and me.

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change.


Wind of Change
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.

The world is closing in, did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers?
The future's in the air, 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 are buried in the past forever.
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 share their dreams
With you and me.

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change.

The wind of change blows straight
Into the face of time,
Like a storm wind that will ring
The freedom bell for peace of mind.
Let your Balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

SOLO

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me.

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change.




Wind of Change
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.

The world is closing in,
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers?
The future's in the air
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 are buried in the past forever.
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
Share their dreams with you and me.

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change.

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time,
Like a stormwind that will ring the
Freedom bell for peace of mind.
Let your Balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me.

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night,
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change.