Those moments of Dutch happiness. Huub van der Lubbe of De Dijk cherishes them while he still can. A late summer evening on the balcony, with a glass of wine and the bronzed face of his beloved. He knows: It is the now that counts. This is just one time. This now is only once – once and never again. The poetry of every day. Very dear, very close. No one translates this thought better than De Dijk. Their songs are the soundtrack of the Dutch street scenery.