I was waiting for my lucky day,

I was sad and accepted waiting,

Then the boring days passed away.

And I started to wait for the dating.

And I couldn't let my soul sleep.

My crazy thoughts were so deep.

My feelings grew stronger,

When days became longer.

 

I was waiting for my lucky day,

It should certainly come in May.

Dasy flower is not a miracle.

In the sunshine, it can even sparkle.

The weather has changed greatly,

And my mood changed lately.

My dream has slept for a year.

When I decided for you to care,

 

I was waiting for my lucky day.

I hardly tried to find the right way.

I look in the mirror and see a lass,

Who became older and confessed,

All in this world is temporary,

Our Sun has become weary.

And I love the shine of a star

Which shines from so far.

 

I don't wait for the lucky day anymore.

I don't see the reason for a goal to score.

I don't need the stars from the sky,

I need an ordinary apple pie.

I need a feeling with which I live,

And something useful I can give.

The day of happiness will come

The church bells ring without alarm.