Imagine it is the summer of 1990: boomboxes hiss, bikes skid through the dust, and two best friends orbit each other in the schoolyard like planets that never quite collide. “Eté 90” is a bittersweet postcard from that era, written years later by adults who are still hypnotised by the memory. The singers look back on a childhood crush that almost became real love, then stalled at the last second. They remember dodging meaningful glances, drawing invisible lines on the ground, and pretending they “couldn’t” fall for each other. Now, whenever they get too close, one of them presses pause out of fear of ruining the delicate friendship they still share.
Behind the sun-soaked nostalgia beats a quiet regret: I chased away the roses; I am the one who kept the love from blooming. The song captures the tug-of-war between longing and caution, warmth and loneliness. It is a dance of “what ifs,” set to a catchy pop melody that feels as bright as July and as wistful as the end of August. Listening to it is like leafing through an old photo album where every picture smiles, but every caption sighs.