El Hoyo
Dermis Tatú Lyrics


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Vivo buscando algun suelo en que pueda cabar
Pero no corro con suerte no cabe un hoyo mas
Son las lombrices las que retuercen nuestros estomagos vacios
Las que nos muerden por dentro
Llenandonos de ideas sinceraaales

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Cada quien que vuelva a su hoyo como si fuese hogar
Y conservarlos calientes entre tanta frialdad.
Encubadores de ideas no vengan con que me van a chuuupaaaar
Cada quien que vuelva a su hoyo
Como si fuese hogar





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Overall Meaning

Dermis Tatu's song El Hoyo speaks about finding a place to belong, even if it means digging your own hole or returning to your own hole. The first verse alludes to a struggle to find a place to fit in, with the singer saying they are constantly searching for a piece of ground to dig their own hole. However, they acknowledge that luck is not on their side, as there is no more room for one more hole. The imagery of worms twisting in empty stomachs and biting from the inside is a powerful metaphor for the hunger and desperation that drives the search for a place of belonging, full of sincere ideas.


The second verse is more confrontational, telling those who might oppose or criticize the idea of finding a personal niche to go back to their "hole" and keep their ideas to themselves. The repetition of the phrase "each one should go back to their hole, as if it were home" emphasizes the longing for a place to belong, a feeling of being so comfortable somewhere that you can call it home. The hostility towards those who dismiss the idea of finding a personal space hints at a lack of understanding that comes with not experiencing the same need for belonging.


Overall, El Hoyo is a poignant song that captures the universal desire for a sense of belonging and the frustration of societal norms that might not make it easy to find such a place.


Line by Line Meaning

Vivo buscando algun suelo en que pueda cabar
I am constantly searching for a place where I can fit in


Pero no corro con suerte no cabe un hoyo mas
But luck is not on my side - there is no room for me to be accommodated


Son las lombrices las que retuercen nuestros estomagos vacios
Our empty stomachs are twisted by the worms


Las que nos muerden por dentro
They are the ones that hurt us from within


Llenandonos de ideas sinceraaales
Filling us with sincere ideas


Cada quien que vuelva a su hoyo como si fuese hogar
Everyone goes back to their hole as if it were their home


Y conservarlos calientes entre tanta frialdad.
And keep it warm amidst all the coldness


Encubadores de ideas no vengan con que me van a chuuupaaaar
I don't want to hear from the idea hatchers who suck the life out of things


Cada quien que vuelva a su hoyo
Everyone goes back to their hole


Como si fuese hogar
As if it were their home




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