Eleven Songtext
von Opus

Eleven is the luck most people havent
Eleven is the navel of ideas
Eleven is like a light in a gloomy cavern
Eleven is the haven of your fears
Eleven - more can never come


You ask what is there to be done?
Its up to you when it will run

Eleven is all I can and cant imagine
Eleven is a hint of destiny
Eleven - you got it, well I never
Eleven - a lucky number you will see
Eleven - more can never come

Its up to you when it will run
Dont ask what is there to be done