I followed the Moskva, down to Gorky Park, listening to the wind of change. On a summer’s night, OMON and Tourist Police passing by, listening to the wind of change.
The wind sounds different from what I would have imagined 27 years ago.
I followed the Moskva, down to Gorky Park, listening to the wind of change. On a summer’s night, OMON and Tourist Police passing by, listening to the wind of change.
The wind sounds different from what I would have imagined 27 years ago.