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...