When I was 19 I worked at a tiny graphic design studio, and one of the owners/bosses had one wall-sized rack filled with compact discs. Hundreds of CDs.

The first time I saw that wall I was in awe, and asked the guy if I could borrow some albums to listen back home. His answer was: “yes, of course, with three conditions:"

1. You borrow one at a time and play the whole thing
2. You bring it back
3. You borrow this one first

He handed me Songs of Leonard Cohen and I happily went home.

I’m sure Suzanne was the first Cohen song I listened to, because it was the first track on that album. I was immediately captivated by the poetry, the voice, and the chill and relaxed melody that somehow gave hints of angst and desperation.

I have so much love for this song, not only because of the anecdote, but because it was the one song that led me to dig more into Leonard Cohen’s body of work.

I've never heard this Café Tacvba album in full, just random songs that appear here and there, and this song had somehow escaped that serendipity until now. I stumbled upon an interview with Meme del Real on YouTube, and they were talking about a very specific, extremely emotional rendition of this song on a concert. I searched for it and listened, and I cried for the better part of an hour.

I love how Meme's lyrics are always very simple but super expressive. The subject of this song, the love for a child and the fears of parenthood are already touching, and the melody completes an emotional bomb that obliterates me. It's a happy sadness what I get from these kind of songs.

Right now I'm specially sensitive for father-kid songs, and this one is, so far, the best I've encountered.

Andrés Calamaro covers this song a dirty, sad, very raw way. I imagine him half-drunk at 4am recording in the kitchen, and the resulting song is so much better, at least in emotionally, than the original from The Beatles.

It makes me tear up. It reminds me of my youngest son and his constant fears, his struggles with making sense of it all. Every time I listen to the song I feel the urge to go to him, hold him and tell them that everything's gonna be fine. And I often do.

Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry. I will sing you a lullaby.