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
