Wind of Change - Scorpions

I follow the Moskva down to Gorky Park,

listening to the wind of cha - ange.

An August summer night, soldiers passing by

listening to the wind of cha - ange.

The world is closing in. Did you ever think

that we could be so close, like bro - thers?

The future's in the air, I can feel it everywhere,

blowing with the wind of cha - ange.

Walking down the street, distant memories

are buried in the past fore - ver.

I follow the Moskva down to Gorky Park,

listening to the wind of cha - ange.

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.