Number eleven

[дело в том, что я потерял полностью готовую версию слов этой песни, поэтому размещу пока то, что нашлось]

I wake up early in the morning
on the 11th day –
today is holiday as if,
luck is expecting me –
that’s what I say!
Eleven – is my number,
today is the day of my hopes,
I’m fine, so optimist-drummer –
and I like these words!
Eleven doors of morning
begin the day for me,
and I’m so happy
and it just sets me free.

Number eleven –
my number of luck forever,
the good occasion to be yourself
wherever
and to indulge myself with happiness –
let’s be together!
My number of luck forever…

And for me this day,
the day of Dark Alliance,
is going along with failure
and simply bad day.
Boredom – it’s not for me…

And for me number eleven –
is two drum-sticks,
that are near forever –
it’s good, but I like number six!

Thanks for this experiment –
can I sing to the end?

Number eleven –
my number of luck forever,
the good occasion to be yourself
wherever
and to indulge myself with happiness –
let’s be together!
My number of luck forever…

//11.11.2006//
//Гомель, Беларусь//