Flieger, grüß mir die Sonne [English translation]

From the North Pole to the South Pole

Is just as far as a cat can jump

We conduct the flight

In any kind of weather.

We don't hesitate, we get started!

Whatever may happen,

The song of the airmen

Will sound through wind and weather:

Airman, give my regards to the sun,

And to the stars,

And to the moon.

Your life means being airborne

And flying long distances

Crossing vast areas, where nobody lives.

The propeller races faster and faster

Just the way you love it!

For pilots, there is nothing off-limits

So put it at full throttle

And fly around the world!

Pick up the nicest one of the falling stars

And take it home as a gift for your girl!

[Choir]:

Airman, give my regards to the sun,

And to the stars,

And to the moon.

Airman, give my regards to the sun,

And to the stars,

And to the moon.

Your life means being airborne

And flying long distances

Crossing vast areas, where nobody lives.

The propeller races faster and faster

Just the way you love it!

For pilots, there is nothing off-limits

So put it at full throttle

And fly around the world!

[H. Albers]:

Pick up the nicest one of the falling stars

And take it home as a gift for your girl!

[Choir]:

Airman, give my regards to the sun,

And to the stars,

And to the moon.

• Artist:Hans Albers
• Album:F.P.1 antwortet nicht (movie, 1932)