Текст песни Scorpions и Берлинский Филармон Оркестр - Wind of Change
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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... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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… |
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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 ...
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Translation:
Walking along the Moscow River
To Gorky Park, I hear the wind of change.
August. Summer night.
Soldiers passing by listening to the wind of change.
The world is getting closer.
How could we think that one day be so close, like brothers?
The world froze in anticipation of the new,
Everything is imbued with this feeling, it brought the winds of change.
Help me for a moment to plunge into the magic of that glorious night
Where the children of tomorrow dream wind of change.
I walk down the street.
Distant memories forever in the past.
Walking along the Moscow River
To Gorky Park, I hear the wind of change.
Help me for a moment to plunge into the magic of that glorious night
Where our children will share with us their dreams.
Help me for a moment ...
Wind of change
Blowing into the face of time,
As the wind storm that will ring
Freedom bell for peace of mind.
Let your Balalaika sing about
What my guitar wants to say ...
Help me for a moment ...
