Sorte [English translation]

I need some luck

Though I already have patience

Four-leaf clovers and crossed fingers

The umpteenth power

It would be simple if the winds

Blew in my favor

I didn't get what I wanted

And everything I did, I did for love

It's not that I want to have everything

It's not that I did it for merit

I need luck

To get to you

I need luck

Even without having any right

I lied and disguised myself

And carry on, unsatisfied

Nothing is so wrong

I know the price, but not the value

I did things that I shouldn't have done,

But everything I did, I did for love