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 hurry, boys
   We'll soon find out the end of the story...