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
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
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 stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing what my guitar wants to say
我顺着莫斯科河，来到高尔基公园
听着变幻的风
一个八月的夏夜
士兵们经过
听着变幻的风
世界正在走近
你可曾想过
我们能如此靠近，像兄弟一样
未来就在空中
我无处不感到它存在
与变幻的风一同吹拂过
带我到那神奇的时刻
一个伟大的夜晚
在那里，未来的孩子暇想着
在变幻的风中
走在街上
古早的回忆已埋葬在永恒的过去
我顺着莫斯科河来到高尔基公园
听着变幻的风
带我到那神奇的一刻
一个伟大的夜晚
在那里，未来的孩子与你我分享他们的美梦
带我到那神奇的一刻
一个伟大的夜晚
未来的孩子暇想着
在变幻的风中
风的变幻
直扑时代而来
像是狂风摇响自由钟般
为了心灵的祥和
让你的三角琴唱和我的吉他吧
注：
Moskva：Moskva River，Moskva=Moscow
balalaika：一种俄罗斯的传统三角琴乐器
