Ocean floor is far away from you Open the door, we can make this true There is snow in the air, -39 degrees And below in the desert horses run free The Moon pulls back the ocean and makes the tide I wish it could pull the motion of time So not only in my memories would you be mine And I could hold you back into my arms Oh, Mongolia Oh, Mongolia The Moon pulls back the ocean and makes the tide I wish it could pull the motion of time So not only in my memories would you be mine Oh, mine And I could hold you back into my arms Oh, Mongolia Oh, Mongolia Oh, Mongolia Oh