Verano Del 95
Rulo y La Contrabanda
Summer of 95
Take me to your treehouse
Let's go bathe in the river
May it never stop spinning
That B-side of that vinyl
I keep here writing songs
Not happy, not lost
I'm never more than 7 nights
In the same destination
I still get surprised when I see my photo
In the magazines I used to buy as a child
Back in Reinosa
When our planet was that ball (was that ball)
Playing in the park freezing cold
Take me to your treehouse
Let's go bathe in the river
May it never stop spinning
That B-side of that vinyl
Take me to dance on some rooftop
Like when everything was fate
Take me even if just for a while
To the summer of 95
Tell me how the years treated you
Where the dress has you
I still remember you in that school
Always playing at not being kids
They taught us about rivers and maps
But never to start the journey
It will be nostalgia, it will be this rain
It will be Madrid (it will be Madrid)
Almost 40, freezing cold
Take me to your treehouse
Let's go bathe in the river
May it never stop spinning
That B-side of that vinyl
Take me to dance on some rooftop
Like when everything was fate
Take me even if just for a while
To the summer of 95
My first guitar, those songs
My first bicycle
The footprints of my steps on the earth
My parents, my sister's hand
On the way to school, all the footprints
The dreams
Take me to your treehouse
Let's go bathe in the river
May it never stop spinning
That B-side of that vinyl
Take me to dance on some rooftop
Like when everything was fate
Take me even if just for a while
To the summer of 95
