Wind of Change (оригинал Scorpions)

I follow the Moskva
down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change
An August-summernight,
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...

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

Take me to the magic...

Wind of Change

I follow the Moskva
down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change
An August-summernight,
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...

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

Take me to the magic...

Ветер перемен (перевод )

Идя вдоль Москвы-реки
К Парку Горького, я слышу, как дует ветер перемен.
Август. Летняя ночь.
Мимо проходят солдаты, слушая, как дует ветер перемен.

Мир становится теснее.
Разве мы могли подумать, что однажды станем друг другу близкими, как братья?
Мир застыл в ожидании нового,
Всё пропитано этим ощущением, его принёс ветер перемен.

Помоги мне хоть на мгновение окунуться в волшебство той славной ночи,
Где наши дети будут мечтать, овеянные ветром перемен.

Я иду вдоль по улице.
Далёкие воспоминания навсегда остались в прошлом.
Идя вдоль Москвы-реки
К Парку Горького, я слышу, как дует ветер перемен.

Помоги мне хоть на мгновение окунуться в волшебство той славной ночи,
Где наши дети разделят с нами свои мечты.
Помоги мне хоть на мгновение…

Ветер перемен
Дует в лицо времени,
Как штормовой ветер, который заставит зазвенеть
Колокол свободы во имя душевного спокойствия людей.
Пусть ваша балалайка пропоёт о том,
Что хочет сказать моя гитара…

Помоги мне хоть на мгновение…

Ветер перемен (перевод Елены Васильевой из Костромы: lenamila3000@yandex)

Гуляя вдоль Москвы-реки,
До Горьковского парка,
Дыханье ветра перемен я слышу.
Август. Жарко.

Идут солдаты мимо стен,
И дует ветер перемен.

Мир сжался,
Разве мы мечтали,
О том, чтоб братьями мы стали?

И в воздух будущее вкралось,
Все этим чувством пропиталось.

Верни мгновенье волшебства,
Чтоб в славу ночи окунуться,
Чтоб дети в будущем могли
От ветра перемен проснуться.

Пусть дует ветер перемен
Наперекор времен,
Заставив прозвенеть как шторм
Свободы колокол о том.

И пусть в сердцах покой царит –
Гитара балалайке говорит.

Wind of Change (original Scorpions)

I follow the Moskva
down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change
An August-summernight,
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 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...

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

Take me to the magic...

Wind of Change

I follow the Moskva
down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change
An August-summernight,
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 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...

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

Take me to the magic...

Wind of change (translation )

Walking along the Moscow river
To Gorky Park listening to the wind of change.
August. Summer night.
Soldiers passing by listening to the wind of change blows.

It is a smaller world.
How could we imagine that one day we will become very close to each other as brothers?
The world froze in anticipation of a new,
All steeped in this feeling, it brought the winds of change.

Help me just for a moment to plunge into the magic of that glorious night,
Where our children are to dream, fanned by winds of change.

I walk along the street.
Distant memories in the past.
Walking along the Moscow river
To Gorky Park listening to the wind of change.

Help me just for a moment to plunge into the magic of that glorious night,
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams.
Help me just for a moment...

The wind of change
Blowing into the face of time,
Like a storm wind that will make zazvenel
The liberty bell in the name of peace of mind people.
Let your balalaika sing about
He wants to say my guitar...

Help me just for a moment...

Wind of change (translated by Elena Vasilyeva from Kostroma: lenamila3000@yandex)

Walking along the Moscow river,
To the Gorky Park
The breath of the wind of change I hear.
August. Hot.

Soldiers go past walls,
And the winds of change blow.

The world has shrunk,
Haven't we dreamed,
That we were brothers?

And in the future of the air crept,
All this feeling soaked.

Give a moment of magic,
So, to the glory of the night to plunge,
So children in the future could
The wind of change Wake up.

Let the wind of change blows
In spite of the times,
Forcing to ring today as a storm
Freedom bell.

And let the hearts of peace reigns –
Guitar balalaika said.