Текст песни Максим Бодэ - Ветер перемен

Flowing river Moscow,
To the park Gorky
I go, having heard the wind.
How strange: August, night,
Everything goes away
With the wind, changes goes.

And the world is less and less
You ask a question:
When will we become like brothers?
Split everywhere suspension -
Future here,
With the wind change invisibly.

Wind! Bring me there
Where is so beautiful night
Where children are dreaming of tomorrow ...
Oh, the wind is change!

I go and hear I
Memories
Going irretrievably in eternity.
Flowing river Moscow,
To the park Gorky
I go, having heard the wind.

And the wind flies flies,
In person all times.
Storm as the bell is ringing
So that in the world it becomes better for us.
And the old balalaika song -
Like a chord guitar.

Wind! Bring me there
Where is so beautiful night
Where children are dreaming tomorrow
With you and me.