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I wake to the hum of a Peckham street,
Curry leaf, coffee, and Afrobeats.
French at the bus stop, Hindi in Hyde,
Everyone’s story walking alongside.
Hijabs and headphones, sarees and suits,
Tango in Clapham, dancehall in boots.
At Notting Hill, the steel pans rise —
My borough’s a map in a thousand eyes.
Chorus
It’s an international flavour,
London’s got soul in every layer.
From Ridley Road to Chinatown,
We mix it up — we wear the crown.
It’s language, rhythm, colour, sound,
From every nation, homeward bound.
This city don’t need one behaviour —
We thrive on international flavour.
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Brixton basslines, Turkish delight,
Samba rehearsals in the pale moonlight.
Jazz in Dalston, books in Farsi,
Gospel choirs outside Sainsbury’s.
We paint Diwali on Camden skies,
Light Ramadan lamps where the old pubs lie.
In Golders Green or Elephant,
It’s heritage on every pavement.
Chorus
It’s an international flavour,
From mosque to temple to drag bar prayer.
From Brick Lane spice to Greek taverna,
We’re every continent in one corner.
It’s not just taste — it’s time and place,
A shared postcode, a global face.
London’s my love, my bold creator —
Built on international flavour.
Bridge
Hear the world in the market shout,
In every accent, joy rings out.
You don’t need a plane when the Jubilee Line
Takes you to Ghana, Poland, Palestine.
Chorus
It’s an international flavour,
City of stories, layered and braver.
Born from struggle, made with grace,
A different world on every face.
And I belong — in this wild mosaic,
This everyday global heartache.
London’s not one voice or neighbour —
It’s international flavour.