I know nothing about the world
Nothing but what I hear and see
I don't know other countries
Even though I've been there
Except from books, except from TV
I don't know any other city
Than the city I live in
She sends me postcards from Madrid
And from Moscow comes a letter
With the loveliest stories
Yesterday from Lisbon 'I miss you' and a kiss
Today from Prague a note
'Cause there's so much to do
And tomorrow, once the mailman finds my house again
She'll fill my heart up
With all the love from London
I know nothing about the world
Nothing but what I hear and see
Without fear and without aim
I don't know distant countries
But I only dream the countries
Where she once thought of me
Like a beautiful, grand faith
On the wall of my thoughts
A world map hangs waiting
With her travels in my head
I plant flags in the earth
Same color, same worth
But she sends me postcards from Madrid
And from Moscow comes a letter
With the loveliest stories
Yesterday from Lisbon 'I miss you' and a kiss
Today from Prague a note
'Cause there's so much to do
And tomorrow, once the mailman finds my house again
She'll fill my heart up
With all the love from London