August, 15, 1989: One hundned men from all over the world sailed
across the sea, hoping to discover an island somewhere beyond the
horizon... nowhere-land. They left their wives and children behind,
hoping that someday they shall follow...
Let's make sail the wind is right
Weigh the anchor fast
Say farewell to kids and wife
We're taking off at last
We're heading for South America
Seeking for an island
Where no one else has been before
Where no one else has stepped ashore
Shift the helm to South of West
Let's sail into the night
We're gliding through the ocean fast
Although the devil smiles
For somewhere in South America
Waits an island in the sun
Where noone else has been before
Where no man at arms has stepped ashore
Let's make sail the wind is right
Weigh the anchor fast
Say farewell to kids and wife
We're taking off at last
We're heading for South America
Seeking for an island
Where no one and nothing has been before
We'll even sail a year or more
