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A nasty day of winter 1929 he's got to take the joystick got to send the mail It's bad weather and his hands are cold as ice He knew the danger but he knew he had to try To fly to America crossing the stars Braving the fire as want to make it die When we tried to call him after midnight There was no on on the radio no sign of life Then we started to look for him everywhere People swore than he has vanished in the air Fly to America guess livin' in the stars We used to call him the lord of the sky Fly to America guess livin' in the stars We used to call him the lord of the sky... The lord of the sky... From Letras Mania