Love from London

(Liefs uit Londen Ė BlÝf)

 

Donít know anything about the world I live

Nothing I hear or see, nothing what I read

Donít know no country, even where I have been

Donít know the big cities

Only from the book, only from TV

Donít know no town, but the town that I live

 

And she sends me post cards from Madrid and a letter from Moscow

With the most beautiful stories, god, sheís sweet and how

Yesterday from Lisbon, a kiss, I miss you

Today short one from Prague, thereís so much to do

And tomorrow when the postman found my house and has gone on

She fills me my heart with all the love from London

 

Donít know anything about the world I live

Nothing I hear or see, nothing I feel

I live by the day, without any fear, without cause

Donít know anything about countries faraway

Except from my atlas, that I dream of every night

But I only dream from the places where she once tought of me

 

Like some kind of religion

On the wall of my thoughts

The world map is waiting

Until she returns

With all her journeys in my head

I put flags on the earth

The same colour and worth

 

And she sends me post cards from Madrid and a letter from Moscow

With the most beautiful stories, god, sheís sweet and how

Yesterday from Lisbon, a kiss, I miss you

Today short one from Prague, thereís so much to do

And tomorrow when the postman found my house and has gone on

She fills me my heart with all the love from London

 

 [25 januari 2004]