Wind Of Change - First Impression

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. 

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

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. 

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