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Love From London
I know nothing about the world. Nothing but what I hear and see, nothing but what I read, I don't know other countries, even if I've been there. I don't know any big cities, except from books, except from T.V. I don't know any other city than the one I live in.
She sends me cards from Madrid. And from Moscow comes a letter with the most wonderful stories. And God, she is so sweet
Yesterday from Lisbon I
mis
your one kiss.
A little chat from Prague today, because there is so much to do.
And tomorrow, when the postman has found my house again,
Then she will fill my heart with all the love from London.
I know nothing about the world.
Nothing but what I hear and see, nothing but what I feel
I live from day to day, without fear and without purpose.
I don't know any distant lands
Except from my atlas, which I dream every night
But I only dream the lands where she once thought of me.
Like a beautiful and great faith.
On the wall of my thoughts
A world map hangs waiting.
Until she comes back.
With her travels in my head
I stick flags in the earth.
Same color, same value
But she sends me cards from Madrid.
And a letter comes from Moscow
With the most wonderful stories.
And God, she is so sweet Yesterday from Lisbon I
mis
you and a kiss.
A little chat from Prague today, because there is so much to do.
And tomorrow, when the postman has found my house again
Then she will fill my heart with all the love from London