(khoomei)
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
The soldiers passing by
Listening to 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
Hey, Ezer-kara, Ezer-kara
I'm walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past, forever
I follow my Tuva
Down to Enesai
Listening to 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
(khoomei)
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
Hey-ay, Ezer-kara...