“Hijo de la Luna” wraps a centuries-old legend in shimmering electronic sounds, inviting us into a world where desire, superstition, and tragedy collide. The lyrics recount the story of a gitana (Roma woman) who begs the full moon for a husband. The moon agrees, but only if she receives the woman’s firstborn child. When the baby arrives with pale skin and gray eyes - clear signs that he belongs to the moon, not to any earthly father - suspicion and jealousy erupt. The child’s presumed father, feeling betrayed, turns violent, and the haunting chain of events ends with the baby abandoned on a mountaintop.
From that night on, folklore says every full moon glows brightly to comfort the lonely hijo de la luna, and it wanes whenever the child cries so that its crescent can cradle him like a silver cradle. Mecano’s tale blends romance and fatalism, reminding listeners of the price of bargains with forces beyond our control, the destructive power of prejudice, and the eternal tenderness of a mother’s love - even when that mother is the moon itself.
“Me Colé En Una Fiesta” is a playful snapshot of youthful rebellion set against the vibrant backdrop of Spain’s early-80s music scene. The narrator, uninvited but undeterred, slips past the door of a lively party, drawn in by flashing lights, free Coca-Cola, and the promise of fun. As crowds ebb and flow, our mischievous gate-crasher fixates on a dazzling guest in a transparent dress and wonders how to approach her. The song captures that electric mix of curiosity, boldness, and nervous excitement we feel when we crash an event we were never meant to attend.
With its upbeat synth-pop groove, Mecano turns a simple story of sneaking in into an anthem of spontaneity—celebrating the thrill of breaking small rules, meeting new people, and living in the moment. It’s less about causing trouble and more about grabbing life’s surprises, dancing under colored lights, and believing the night will be unforgettable.
Una Rosa Es Una Rosa paints love as a gorgeous but thorny rose. The singer confesses he is going crazy for a woman: he cannot live without her, yet living with her hurts just as much. By trying to pluck “la flor más tierna del rosal,” he believes he can hold on to pure romance without getting hurt… until the thorns pierce his skin. The repeated line “una rosa es una rosa es una rosa” reminds us that a rose will always have both petals and thorns, just as love always carries pleasure and pain.
The song’s lively rumba rhythm and playful call to “ponte los zapatos de tacón y taconea” invite us to keep dancing even while our hearts bleed a little. Every petal soothes the wounds it just caused, showing that affection and suffering are inseparable parts of the same feeling. Mecano’s message is clear: real love is beautiful, risky, and impossible to tame—accept it for what it is, thorns and all.
In El Fallo Positivo, Mecano transforms a personal tragedy into a powerful social statement. The title refers to a positive HIV test result, portrayed in the lyrics as “the virus that sails through love.” The narrator’s partner, terrified of passing the disease on, bans any intimacy. Yet love refuses to obey cold precautions, leaving both of them caught between science and conscience. This tension turns into an unjust "sentence" that crushes their happiness.
The song then widens its lens to expose the cruelty of public opinion. Moralistic voices point fingers, calling the illness a “divine punishment.” Overwhelmed by shame and stigma, the partner ultimately ends their own life, “hanging from a rope in the attic.” Through heartbreaking lines and soaring melodies, Mecano condemns ignorance and fear, while reminding us that love remains the most vital force of all. The final refrain—“you are what I love most, and without you life is zero”—underscores the message: prejudice can kill, but compassion can save.
“Me Cuesta Tanto Olvidarte” is a bittersweet pop gem in which the Spanish band Mecano paints the struggle of trying to move on from a past love. The singer feels suspended “between the sky and the ground,” caught in a swirl of memories that won’t let go. On the outside, they present a perfect smile – “a toothpaste-ad face” – yet inside, their thoughts are bald from overthinking. Every recollection of the ex reveals how many “15,000 charms” there are to erase, turning the act of forgetting into a full-time job.
What makes the song so relatable is its honest contradiction: the narrator chose to end the relationship, but letting go still hurts. They repeat promises that there will be “no second part,” only to admit that everyday tasks feel robotic without their former partner. The catchy melody hides a confession we all understand – breaking up may be rational, but the heart takes its own slow path to heal, and for Mecano that path is paved with nostalgic hooks you’ll be humming long after the song ends.
“Hoy No Me Puedo Levantar” ("Today I Can’t Get Up") is Mecano’s cheeky confession of the Monday-morning hangover. After a weekend crammed with drinking, smoking, laughing, and zero sleep, the singer wakes up feeling wrecked: legs, arms, eyes, and even hands ache, the head is pounding, and the very idea of work sounds impossible. The repetitive chorus mimics the stubborn refusal to leave the bed, making the song instantly relatable to anyone who has ever partied a little too hard.
Beneath the humor, Mecano taps into a bigger truth about youthful rebellion. The track contrasts the carefree joy of nightlife with the dull obligation of the weekday grind; it’s a playful protest against alarm clocks and responsibility. Energetic synth-pop beats keep the mood light, yet the lyrics turn the everyday struggle of dragging oneself to work into an anthem of ¡me niego! (“I refuse!”). Whether you hear it as a nostalgic 80s dance tune or a wink at your own snooze-button battles, the song celebrates the universal quest for one more hour of sleep.
A love story so intense even the ocean gets jealous – that is the heart of Naturaleza Muerta, the haunting hit by Spanish pop sensation Mecano. At sunrise, sweethearts Ana and Miguel share a fiery embrace, unaware that a third suitor is watching: the sea itself. The waves whisper with envy, vowing not to share Ana’s affection. When Miguel sails out to fish, the ocean seizes its chance, swallowing the young man in a storm of possessive fury.
Left waiting on the shore, Ana turns to stone – literally – becoming a white rock forever gazing at the horizon. Locals say tempests are Miguel’s eternal struggle to break free, while the weeping surf echoes Ana’s endless tears. The song blends romance, myth, and tragedy, reminding us that nature can love, envy, and punish with the same passion as any human heart.
El 7 de Septiembre is a nostalgic toast to a love that has officially ended yet stubbornly refuses to die. Every year, on that exact date, the former couple meets at the same little table, hands brushing like they used to beneath the surface, keeping their private tradition alive. The song paints their anniversary as a bittersweet ritual: flowers wilt, laughter lines appear, but the spark they share keeps glowing even when both try to blow it out.
Instead of mourning what's lost, Mecano celebrates the fragile magic that survives past the breakup. The lyrics swing between tender memories and awkward present-day questions—Do we kiss on the cheek or on the lips?—showing how love can linger in the spaces between habit and hope. Ultimately, it is a reminder that some flames are so deep-rooted that not even an ocean can extinguish them.
Picture a lazy, dreamy afternoon in a cramped Spanish apartment. The narrator of “Hawaii Bombay” is fed up with routine, so he invents his own calendar—“Sunday, December 42, year 321 of the Walter Era”—and whisks his friend Sally away on an imaginary getaway. When real-world hiccups ruin their travel plans, he turns his bathtub into the Pacific, a hammock into a tropical beach, and a desk lamp into island sunshine. By chanting Hawaii-Bombay like a mantra, he transforms everyday objects into two far-off paradises, proving that wanderlust can live inside four walls.
Beneath the playful steel-drum vibe and tongue-in-cheek humor lies a bittersweet message about escapism. The singer’s homemade vacation lets him flirt, daydream, and beat the heat, yet reality keeps crashing in: a mysterious detour “not on any map,” a mother who might be lonely, and a final twist where Sally vanishes after a motorcycle accident. Mecano reminds us that imagination is a powerful life raft, but it cannot shield us forever. The result is a fun, quirky anthem about longing for places we may never reach, while warning us not to ignore the real world—especially when someone needs a helmet.
“No Es Serio Este Cementerio” turns the usually grim setting of a graveyard into a playful, almost carnival-like scene. Sung from the point of view of the residents of the cemetery, the lyrics paint a picture of the dead joking about marble headstones, bargain-priced niches, and even Friday-night outings that never go beyond the gate. Instead of mourning, the song serves up vivid imagery—twelve cypress trees as green apostles, Cuban war heroes sharing a common grave, and African choirs singing Misa Luba—all to show that life (and after-life) can still sparkle with humor, rhythm, and colorful flowers.
Beneath the wit lies a gentle social critique. The dead poke fun at class differences (“dukes of Medina and Luengo” rest in luxury) and at society’s obsession with solemnity. Mecano suggests that if everyone ends up in the same place, perhaps we should laugh at our own pretensions while we can. In short, the song turns fear of death into a celebration of equality, community, and the irresistible urge to keep the party going—because “heaven, for me, can wait.”
“Barco A Venus” invites us into the room of someone who would rather dream than face daylight. In the song, Mecano’s narrator calls out a friend who claims to be forever “traveling” yet never leaves his bedroom. Those streetlights that should guide him only hurt his eyes because his real journey happens in a darker, inner world fueled by addiction and self-deception. The image of sailing to Venus sounds romantic, but the chorus snaps back to reality: he has never even stepped on a boat. Every attempt to “float” ends in sinking, showing how the desire to escape turns into a downward spiral.
Beneath the catchy synth-pop beat, the lyrics paint a vivid picture of dependency: secretive nights, run-ins with the police, and a mounting web of lies that friends, strangers, and even the underworld keep feeding. The repeated plea “Déjalo ya” (“Give it up already”) is both a warning and a lifeline, urging him to break free before the fantasy swallows him whole. In short, “Barco A Venus” is a bright-sounding anthem about a very dark voyage—one that never leaves the harbor but still risks drowning the dreamer.