The world is closing in, and 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.