Lyrics: Pfleger E., Music: Pfleger E., published by Indra/ Soundmill Vienna
Eleven is the luck most people haven´t
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?
It´s up to you when it will run
Eleven is all I can and can´t 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
It´s up to you when it will run
Don´t ask what is there to be done