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Только что вернулся с Шеригеша (уголные шахты и горные лыжи), а теперь уматываю в Омск.Вот такая вот хня. Ладно, в понедельник вернусь и напишу длинный- длинный пост с подробным рассказом где я был а где я не был.

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 it 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
ate burried 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 ma 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.