Where summer never ends

Last night I saw Helado Negro

performing his sweet tunes

pouring them like warm oil in my ears

I closed my eyes

without thinking I was back

wherever I would play País Nublado was home

a cold room in the Mexican mountains

one sunny morning in my old Brussels flat

late night bike rides

every time it would mean the start of something

hatching eggs in a warm nest and watching them fly

far away from this cloudy country

goodbye she smiles

find me where summer never ends