I follow the Moskva
aɪ ˈfɑ.loʊ ðə mɑsk.ˈvɑ
Down to Gorky Park
ˈdaʊn tə ˈɡɔr.ki ˈpʰɑrk
Listening to the wind of change
ˈlɪs.n̩.ɪŋ tə ðə ˈwɪnd əv ˈtʃeɪndʒ
An August summer night
ən ˈɔ.ɡəst ˈsʌm.ɚ ˈnaɪt
Soldiers passing by
ˈsoʊɫ.dʒɚz ˈpʰæs.ɪŋ ˈbaɪ
Listening to the wind of change
ˈlɪs.n̩.ɪŋ tə ðə ˈwɪnd əv ˈtʃeɪndʒ
The world is closing in
ðə ˈwɝɫd ˈɪz ˈkloʊ.zɪŋ ˈɪn
Did you ever think
ˈdɪd ju ˈɛv.ɚ ˈθɪŋk
That we could be so close, like brothers
ˈðæt wi kəd ˈbi ˈsoʊ ˈkloʊz | ˈlaɪk ˈbrʌð.ɚz
The future’s in the air
ðə ˈfju.tʃɚz ˈɪn ði ˈɛr
I can feel it everywhere
aɪ kən ˈfiɫ ɪt ˈɛv.ri.ˌwɛr
Blowing with the wind of change
ˈbloʊ.ɪŋ ˈwɪθ ðə ˈwɪnd əv ˈtʃeɪndʒ
Take me to the magic of the moment
ˈtʰeɪk ˈmi tə ðə ˈmædʒ.ɪk əv ðə ˈmoʊ.mənt
On a glory night
ˈɔn ə ˈɡlɔr.i ˈnaɪt
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
ˈwɛr ðə ˈtʃɪɫ.drən əv tə.ˈmɑr.oʊ ˈdrim ə.ˈweɪ
in the wind of change
ˈɪn ðə ˈwɪnd əv ˈtʃeɪndʒ
Walking down the street
ˈwɔ.kɪŋ ˈdaʊn ðə ˈstrit
Distant memories
ˈdɪs.tənt ˈmɛm.ɚ.riz
Are buried in the past forever
ɚ ˈbɛr.id ˈɪn ðə ˈpʰæst fɚ.ˈrɛv.ɚ
I follow the Moskva
aɪ ˈfɑ.loʊ ðə mɑsk.ˈvɑ
Down to Gorky Park
ˈdaʊn tə ˈɡɔr.ki ˈpʰɑrk
Listening to the wind of change
ˈlɪs.n̩.ɪŋ tə ðə ˈwɪnd əv ˈtʃeɪndʒ
Take me to the magic of the moment
ˈtʰeɪk ˈmi tə ðə ˈmædʒ.ɪk əv ðə ˈmoʊ.mənt
On a glory night
ˈɔn ə ˈɡlɔr.i ˈnaɪt
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
ˈwɛr ðə ˈtʃɪɫ.drən əv tə.ˈmɑr.oʊ ˈdrim ə.ˈweɪ
in the wind of change
ˈɪn ðə ˈwɪnd əv ˈtʃeɪndʒ
The wind of change
ðə ˈwɪnd əv ˈtʃeɪndʒ
Blows straight into the face of time
ˈbloʊz ˈstreɪt ˈɪn.tə ðə ˈfeɪs əv ˈtʰaɪm
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
ˈlaɪk ə ˈstɔrm ˈwɪnd ˈðæt ˈwɪɫ ˈrɪŋ ðə ˈfri.ɾəm ˈbɛɫ
For peace of mind
fɚ ˈpʰis əv ˈmaɪnd
Let your balalaika sing
ˈlɛt jɚ ˌbæl.ə.ˈlaɪ.kə ˈsɪŋ
What my guitar wants to say
ˈwɑt ˈmaɪ ɡɪ.ˈtʰɑr ˈwɔnts tə ˈseɪ
Take me to the magic of the moment
ˈtʰeɪk ˈmi tə ðə ˈmædʒ.ɪk əv ðə ˈmoʊ.mənt
On a glory night
ˈɔn ə ˈɡlɔr.i ˈnaɪt
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
ˈwɛr ðə ˈtʃɪɫ.drən əv tə.ˈmɑr.oʊ ˈdrim ə.ˈweɪ
in the wind of change
ˈɪn ðə ˈwɪnd əv ˈtʃeɪndʒ