Te Recuerdo Hoy

So I was on youtube and came across 4 versions of this song. The original by Mecano and 3 covers: Stravaganzza, Sarah Brightman and Haggard

I've linked all of them but personally Nobody can beat Ana period. Her voice and performance is simply great she makes this and many other mecano songs. As for Sarah she may have a beautiful voice, but come on, Didn't you feel like laughing? I sure did.

For the metal versions, I don't recommend even listening to haggards version. Stravaganzza's I really did enjoy, Imean I surprised myself there and I think the dude pulled it off quite nicely.

Funny that out of the three covers I like the one that is least faithful to the original...hmm.

I'd love to write something inspired by this song. Like a continue of it.

A fool is he who doesn't understand
a legend tells
that a gypsy woman
implored the moon
weeping, she begged till dawn
to marry a gypsy man
"you'll have your brown-skin man"
spoke the full moon from the sky
"but in retun I want the
the first child
that you have with him,"
one who sacrifices her child
in order not to be alone
is not going
to love it very much

Moon you want to be mother
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon

From a cinnamon-skinned father a son
was born
white like an ermine's belly
with gray eyes
instead of olive,
moon's albino son
"Dam his appearence!
This is not a gypsy man's son
and you won't get away with this"

Moon you want to be mother
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon

the qypsy believing himself dishonored
went to his wife, knife in hand
"Whose son in this?
I am sure yu have decieved me!"
and he stabbed her to death
then he went to the mountain
with the child in his arms
and abandoned it there

Moon you want to be mother
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon

And on nights when the moon is full
it's because the child is happy
and if the child cries
the moon will wane
to make him a cradle
and if the child cries
the moon will wane to make him a cradle


I can picture the kid in my head.

On a full moon night, between slivers of white light a boy appeared, his skin white as the moon and his hair black as the night. his body was cold and uncovered and he shivered in the unknown atmosphere, never before had he been alone. Never before had his bare feet stepped on grass.

His gray eyes shine as the silver moon light is blocked, a dark cloud gliding over the shining moon, leaving him in a darkness he has never known before. Not even the stars close enough for company. An uncontrollable sob escapes his chest as he scares him self with the sound. He hasn't made a sound since the day he was taken home. Never had the need to use his voice before.

Goose bumps grow over his sking and his fingers trace them, unsure of what they are and if he will go threw another change. It's a strange feeling the wind against his sking. It's almost familiar in it's strangenes, just like the way his chest moves and the way his lungs fill. White smoke escape his pink lips and with his hand he tries to grab, just to see his finger moving in front of his eyes.