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Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,

Where the children of tomorrow dream away

Where the children of tomorrow dream away

in the wind of change.

in the wind of change.

Walking down the street.

Walking down the street.

Distant memories are buried in the past forever.

Distant memories are buried in the past forever.

I follow the Moskva

I follow the Moskva

down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change

down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,

Where the children of tomorrow

Where the children of tomorrow

share their dreams with you and me.

share their dreams with you and me.

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,