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