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 k**ed the land from shore to shore . And if we don't hurry, boys We'll soon find out the end of the story…