Текст песни Максим Бодэ - Ветер перемен

The Moscow river flows,
To Gorky Park
I go on hearing the wind.
How strange: August, night,
Everything goes away
Leaves with the wind of change.

And the world is less and less ours,
You ask a question:
When will we become like brothers?
Suspension is spilled everywhere -
The future is here
Invisible with the wind of change.

Wind! Take me there
Where the night is so beautiful
Where the children of tomorrow dream ...
Oh, the wind of change!

I go and hear
Memories
They leave forever in eternity.
The Moscow river flows,
To Gorky Park
I walk on hearing the wind.

And the wind flies into the distance
In the face of all times.
Storm like a bell rings
So that the world becomes better for us.
And the old balalaika song -
Like a guitar chord.

Wind! Take me there
Where the night is so beautiful
Where the children of tomorrow dream
With you and me.