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Friday, May 12, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
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 change
The world is closing in
did u ever think
that we could be so close like brothers
the futures in the air
i can feel it everywhere
blowing with the wind of change
on a glory nite
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
* chorus
take me to the magic of the moment
on a glory nite where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
with u n me
take me to the magic of the moment
on glory nite
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 want to say
* repeat chorus
the song that bring me back to the sweet child day..
how i miss them
Ya Allah...forgive me..
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 u ever think
that we could be so close like brothers
the futures in the air
i can feel it everywhere
blowing with the wind of change
on a glory nite
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
* chorus
take me to the magic of the moment
on a glory nite where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
with u n me
take me to the magic of the moment
on glory nite
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 want to say
* repeat chorus
the song that bring me back to the sweet child day..
how i miss them
Ya Allah...forgive me..
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