Scorpions - Wind of change

^CI follow the Mo^D7skva Down to Gorky P^Cark Listening to the w^D7ind of ^Amcha^Gng^Ce An August summer n^D7ight Soldiers passing b^Cy Listening to the w^D7ind of ^Amcha^Gng^Fe ^CThe world is closing ^D7in Did you ever t^Chink That we could be so ^D7close, like ^Ambro^Gther^Cs The future's in the ^D7air I can feel it every^Cwhere Blowing with the ^D7wind of ^Amchan^Gge

^CTake ^Gme to the ^D7magic of the m^Goment On a g^Clory n^Gight Where the c^D7hildren of t^Gomorrow dream ^Amawa^Fy in the wind of ^Gchan^Cge

W^Calking down the st^D7reet Distant me^Cmories Are buried in the ^D7past ^Amfor^Geve^Cr I follow the M^D7oskva Down to Gorky ^CPark Listening to the ^D7wind of ^Amchan^Gge ^CTake ^Gme to the ^D7magic of the m^Goment On a ^Cglory n^Gight Where the ch^D7ildren of tom^Gorrow share their ^Amdrea^Fms With you and ^Gme ^CTake ^Gme to the ^D7magic of the m^Goment

On a g^Clory ni^Gght Where the c^D7hildren of tom^Gorrow dream ^Amawa^Fy in the wind of ^Gcha^Amnge

Blows st^Graight into the face of t^Amime Like a stormwind that will r^Ging the freedom bell For peace of m^Cind Let your balalaika ^D7sing What my guitar wants to ^Emsay

^CTake ^Gme to the ^D7magic of the m^Goment On a ^Cglory ^Gnight Where the c^D7hildren of to^Gmorrow share their ^Amdrea^Fms With you and ^Gme

^CTake ^Gme to the ^D7magic of the m^Goment On a ^Cglory n^Gight Where the c^D7hildren of tom^Gorrow dream ^Amaway^F in the wind of ^Gchange