Powerflight

Lindbergh flew the plane

Through thunder, storm and rain

"Spirit of St. Louis" was the name

There was no limit

To do what should be done

The time was right

The feeling was so strong

He took the chance

To spread his wings

To ride the heavens high

The sky was open wide

Power flight

Was the first Atlantic

Psycho ride in history

Paris was the goal tomorrow and today

3.500 miles away

We salute the hero

For now and tomorrow

Hail the victory that was won