We've been a hundred men and now we are ten

On this rotten boat

Ninety dreams we've buried in the sand

Not one of them comes back again

And all we needed was a piece of land

A handful of sand in nowhere-land



We were young we were brave we were bold

Our visions come to an end

One thousond days have made us grow old

And the wind's still blowing mighty cold

And all we needed was a piece of land

A handful of sand in nowhere-land



All we needed was a piece of land

A handful of sand in nowhere-land

All that's left is so small so small

But the last ones will be

The first after all



Reprise



So let's make sail the tide is right

The winds are blowing strong

Say farewell to dreams that died

The way back home is long

No more headin' for south america

No more headin' for an island

'cause someone else was there before

And killed the land from shore to shore .



And if we don't hurryboys

We'll soon find out the end of the story...