Madre
Estopa Lyrics


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Soy una gota de lluvia
Soy un cigarro apagado
Soy una pagina sucia
Soy un cuchillo oxidado
Soy el sol de media noche
Soy el miedo de la gente
Soy un accidente de coche
Soy locura de tu mente
Yo no soy,yo no soy,yo no soy,yo no soy
Ni siquiera un pobre parasito agonizante
Que me muero,que me muero,que me muero,
Que me muero,no es que no quiera ¡que va!
Es que no quiero mirarte
Ya me voy,ya me voy,ya me voy,ya me voy
Me vuelvo a mi agujero negro a incrustarme
Y en el vientre,en el vientre,en el vientre,
En el vientre de mi redentora ¡madre!
Ya estoy de vuelta madre,ya ...
Y de hojas negras,
Fuegos fatuos,
Rojas velas
Yo me mato
Soy el casco del obrero
Soy tu odio limpio y puro
Soy el puto mes de enero
Soy tu corazon duro
Soy el paso del tiempo
Soy un pobre que ha robado




Soy un perro hambriento
Soy un loco desquiciado

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Estopa's song "Madre" describe the singer's view of themselves as an assortment of negative characteristics and traits. The song goes on to discuss the singer's desire to escape from their own existence and return to their "black hole" or "womb" which is referred to as "madre" or mother.


The opening lines of the song reveal the singer's sense of worthlessness as they describe themselves as a "raindrop," "cigarette butt," "dirty page," and "rusty knife." They go on to list a number of other undesirable traits, such as being the "midnight sun" and "people's fear." The repetition of the phrase "soy" throughout these descriptions reinforces the idea that the singer is constantly feeling the weight of their negative self-image.


The second half of the song describes the singer's desire to leave their current existence and return to their mother's womb. They refer to themselves as "hojas negras" or black leaves, "fuegos fatuos" or will-o'-the-wisps, and "rojas velas" or red candles, suggesting that they are consumed by darkness and consumed by flames. They also describe themselves as being a "worker's helmet," "January," and "hard-hearted," reflecting their view of themselves as a worker, a month known for its gloomy weather, and a person who struggles to feel empathy.


Overall, the song "Madre" by Estopa is a deeply introspective and melancholic exploration of the singer's negative self-image and their struggle to find purpose and meaning in their life.


Line by Line Meaning

Soy una gota de lluvia
I am just a drop of rain


Soy un cigarro apagado
I am like an extinguished cigarette


Soy una pagina sucia
I am a dirty page


Soy un cuchillo oxidado
I am a rusty knife


Soy el sol de media noche
I am the midnight sun


Soy el miedo de la gente
I am what people are afraid of


Soy un accidente de coche
I am like a car crash


Soy locura de tu mente
I am the madness in your mind


Yo no soy,yo no soy,yo no soy,yo no soy
I am not, I am not, I am not, I am not


Ni siquiera un pobre parasito agonizante
Not even a poor dying parasite


Que me muero,que me muero,que me muero,
That I am dying, that I am dying, that I am dying


Que me muero,no es que no quiera ¡que va!
It's not that I don't want to, no way!


Es que no quiero mirarte
I just don't want to look at you


Ya me voy,ya me voy,ya me voy,ya me voy
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving


Me vuelvo a mi agujero negro a incrustarme
I'm going back to my black hole and disappear


En el vientre,en el vientre,en el vientre,
In the womb, in the womb, in the womb


En el vientre de mi redentora ¡madre!
In the womb of my savior, mother!


Ya estoy de vuelta madre,ya ...
I'm back again, mother, and...


Y de hojas negras,
and with black leaves,


Fuegos fatuos,
will-o'-the-wisps,


Rojas velas
red candles


Yo me mato
I kill myself


Soy el casco del obrero
I am the worker's helmet


Soy tu odio limpio y puro
I am your pure and clean hatred


Soy el puto mes de enero
I am the fucking month of January


Soy tu corazon duro
I am your hard heart


Soy el paso del tiempo
I am the passing of time


Soy un pobre que ha robado
I am a poor man who has stolen


Soy un perro hambriento
I am a hungry dog


Soy un loco desquiciado
I am a deranged lunatic




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