Dedicated to Neda
Scorpions – “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 changeThe 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
I’m blowing with the wind of changeChorus:
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 changeTake me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and meTake 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 sayTake me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and meTake me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

There’s no need to romanticize what’s already beautiful. And finding beauty in the midst of pain and chaos is the last, most profound protest of all.
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