Bombón
Erica García Lyrics


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Soy el varón, soy el volcán
Soy la magnífica fragilidad
Un autobomba, espantapájaros tierno
Soy la mujer, bicho esplendor
El tacho de basura universal
La criatura lista para todo pero ciega
Soy un bombón, el ancho´e espada
Un jeroglífico
Soy un bombón, el ancho´e espada
Tu sentimiento
Sublimación del gran dolor
Las uñas cortas, adivinador
Multisexual, un animal, ventisca
Soy o no soy
Soy o no soy
Un gran artista o un gran error
Juego a que soy y qué me importa, juego
Tras el paisaje se disolvieron
Los ocho brazos de las angustias
Se transformaron en ocho hombres internos
Y me habitaron de dos en uno
Alterando todo lo planeado
Y se torció uno cuantos grados mi vida
¡Y pobrecitos mis parientes!




Lo que se ve es lo que les ha quedado
Paloma ausente, futuro insopechado.

Overall Meaning

In Érica García's song Bombón, the lyrics explore the complexity of human identity and the struggles that come with it. The song begins with the singer describing themselves as "the man," "the volcano," and "the magnificent fragility." These conflicting identities set the tone for the rest of the song as the singer continues to describe themselves as a "woman," a "universal trash can," and "a creature ready for anything but blind."


As the song progresses, the singer reflects on the pain and confusion that comes with trying to define oneself. They describe themselves as a "sublimation of great pain," with "short nails" and the ability to predict the future. The singer describes themselves as "multi-sexual" and "an animal" before questioning their very existence with the refrain "am I or am I not?"


The final stanza of the song presents a shift in tone as the singer reflects on the impact of their identity struggles on their loved ones. They reflect on the loss of the "eight arms of anguish" and how they have been replaced with "eight internal men." The singer admits that their life has taken a turn and their family bears the brunt of that change. The final line, "absent dove, unexpected future," leaves the singer questioning what lies ahead.


Overall, Bombón is a powerful exploration of identity and the struggles that come with defining oneself. The lyrics are introspective, often questioning the very existence of the singer, and leave the listener with a sense of uncertainty and contemplation.


Line by Line Meaning

Soy el varón, soy el volcán
I am powerful, like a volcano.


Soy la magnífica fragilidad
I am beautiful but delicate.


Un autobomba, espantapájaros tierno
I am a firetruck and a gentle scarecrow at the same time.


Soy la mujer, bicho esplendor
I am a magnificent creature, both feminine and strong.


El tacho de basura universal
I am a universal garbage can, ready to take in whatever comes my way.


La criatura lista para todo pero ciega
I am ready for anything, but sometimes blind to what's ahead.


Soy un bombón, el ancho´e espada
I am a gem, both sweet and sharp.


Un jeroglífico
I am a complex puzzle, difficult to decipher.


Tu sentimiento
I can be your emotions, the embodiment of your feelings.


Sublimación del gran dolor
I can help you turn pain into something beautiful.


Las uñas cortas, adivinador
Despite my short nails, I can predict the future.


Multisexual, un animal, ventisca
I am multifaceted, an animal, and a whirlwind of energy.


Soy o no soy
I am, or am I not?


Un gran artista o un gran error
I am either a great artist or a great mistake.


Juego a que soy y qué me importa, juego
I am playing a game of pretending to be what I want, and it doesn't matter.


Tras el paisaje se disolvieron
Behind the landscape, everything has disappeared.


Los ocho brazos de las angustias
The eight arms of anxiety are weighing on me.


Se transformaron en ocho hombres internos
They have transformed into eight inner demons.


Y me habitaron de dos en uno
They have taken over me, two by two.


Alterando todo lo planeado
Changing all my plans.


Y se torció uno cuantos grados mi vida
My life has taken a few twists and turns.


¡Y pobrecitos mis parientes!
Oh, poor relatives of mine!


Lo que se ve es lo que les ha quedado
They only see what's left.


Paloma ausente, futuro insopechado.
A lost dove, an unforeseen future.




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