September, 20, 1990: Early in the morning....



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