19/06/2026
Für alle die am Samstag auf der Hexenalm mitsingen möchten, hier der Text des Flying Circus Jubiläumssongs:
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[Verse 1]
Thirty years of wind in our faces,
thirty years of looking ahead.
High on the mountain, ready for takeoff,
where every dream gets wings instead.
Gerd Holzner sparked the fire,
from one brave thought into a plan.
Now a team stands strong together,
showing what true friendship can.
[Pre-Chorus]
When the ridge wind climbs the mountain side,
and every eye is turned to the sky,
you know exactly why you came:
Flying is more than just a game.
[Chorus]
This is Flying Circus,
thirty years wild and free.
With our wings up in the clouds,
and our hearts where they should be.
This is Flying Circus,
where the mountains touch the blue.
Thirty years of friendship,
and the dream is flying too.
[Verse 2]
Year by year it keeps on growing,
more pilots and a louder crowd.
Great machines and steady fingers,
every flight standing proud.
The top team keeps it all together,
every move is planned just right.
Well organized, but still easy-going,
full of heart and mountain light.
[Pre-Chorus]
And when the next one starts to rise,
and silence falls beneath the skies,
you feel that moment hit your chest:
Power off — but still the best.
[Chorus]
This is Flying Circus,
thirty years wild and free.
With our wings up in the clouds,
and our hearts where they should be.
This is Flying Circus,
where the mountains touch the blue.
Thirty years of friendship,
and the dream is flying too.
[Bridge]
Theo’s flight time has a limit,
while his cigar burns slow.
Röbi launches giant models,
still young enough to steal the show.
Rüdiger sometimes flies too low,
Josef wants it lower still.
And the ladies bring the color
to this world of men and thrill.
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
It’s not just wingspan, paint and carbon,
not just wood and GFK.
It’s the people coming back here,
year after year, the same old way.
It’s the talks out on the terrace,
the laughter late into the night.
It’s this place above the valley,
where everything just feels right.
[Final Chorus]
This is Flying Circus,
thirty years wild and free.
With our wings up in the clouds,
and our hearts where they should be.
This is Flying Circus,
where the mountains touch the blue.
Thirty years of friendship,
and the dream is flying too.
[Outro]
Thirty years of Flying Circus,
let the mountain wind break through.
Thirty years of Flying Circus,
and the sky is flying too.
