Cold wind, midwinter moon, please shed me some light. I'm so tired, surrounded by darkness, can't tell day from night. My mind wanders on, to times when our spirits will sing,.
All aboard we're on our way. To this Party in the Milky Way. Sputniks hot and ready to explode. Following the brightest stars. We might see Venus, we might pass Mars.
Ulan Bator girls. Ulan Bator girls. Ulan Bator girls. Stuck in a rocket over Mongolia what are we doing up here. When we could be in Ulan Bator dancing and drinking beer.
Ten brother out of this world. We're not in a hurry, we're rotating slow. Got to caryy on with this thing. This thing we like to call a show. It's crazy situation,.
So long, so very long, so long since I've seen my hometown. I'm coming home. Now I'm coming home.. I'm coming home. To the place I call my own.. You're in my soul. I can't explain how much you mean to me..