wind of change scorpions
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
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 stromwind 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
YOU ARE READING
mama
Acakje to len zbierka náhodných vecí, ktoré som objavila v maminom "denníku", alebo ako to vlastne nazvať. neviem, či ich vymýšľala mama, alebo ich len niekde našla, nikdy som sa na to nepýtala a v podstate ani neviem prečo pre mňa tento malý šedý zošit...
