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Where shall I land when the tank is empty? Moisenroll falls free for me. When the horn shows the last numbers, Who finds my cry in the receiver? Christmas and Christmas Eve were the frequencies full. Some harbors caught me in the radar And the listeners were overwhelmed by the voices And the floor lights were wonderful. But in the morning grey I had to get up again And my radio suddenly went silent. I was dreaming and found the right winds And fly around the earth around it. Where shall I land when the tank is empty? Moisenroll falls free for me. When the horn shows the last numbers, Who finds my cry in the receiver? Moisenroll
