Chancenlos [English translation]

She was the small kid on the playground

to whom no one writes notes.

. . . the smile covered with braces

that’s always unobserved the most.

. . . and whose name was never called

when they’d be “choosing sides.”

Out of luck.

Just one hair bow out of many

but its knot would not stay tied

. . . or a roll that almost always falls

landing on the buttered side.

It was then that you she sought

more than all else in the world.

Out of luck.

Our life just plays for time, until it wins.

If you cry, “Why?” it then turns a blind eye.

So many things first happen, I’m sure

when you just don’t need them anymore.

The fates will laugh at you; with irony.

They pull you here and there, play lottery.

A silly teenager dream; now it comes true!

Why happen now, and not when she was sixteen?

“Made up” on Friday evening

and yet, she’s still at home.

Imaginary boyfriends

call her up and take her out.

Who must practice her first kiss

with a pillow off the couch.

Out of luck.

You say, you can’t seem to remember –

overlooked her at the time –

between all the wealthy children

and the teenaged beauty queens.

It was then that you she loved

more than anything there is.

Out of luck.

Our life just plays for time, until it wins.

If you cry, “Why?” it then turns a blind eye.

So many things first happen, I’m sure

when you just don’t need them anymore.

The fates will laugh at you; with irony.

They pull you here and there, play lottery.

A silly teenager dream; now it comes true!

Why happen now, and not when she was sixteen?

• Artist:Annett Louisan
• Album:Unausgesprochen-2 Bonustracks