Eight p.m., local time
I was lost in this city
The moon was my guide, to Gran Vía station
And without looking for you, you were going to find me
And you came up to ask me how I am
So pretty, it's clear that you're not from here
Hey Pablo, I wasn't waiting for you
And you left me here asking for more
A bit more, a little more
Hey Pablo, you have a gypsy soul
If you'd stayed a bit longer
A little more, just a little bit more
You saw me from afar walking alone
With just one look you made me tremble
I was already imagining, undressing my soul
And by accident, so foolish, I gave the wrong number
And you came up to ask me how I am
So pretty, it's clear that you're not from here
Hey Pablo, I wasn't waiting for you
And you left me here asking for more
A bit more, a little more
Hey Pablo, you have a gypsy soul
If you'd stayed a bit longer
A little more, just a little bit more
From Mexico to Madrid, searching for you in Paris
Tell me where you hide, if you want I'll go to London
From Mexico to Madrid, we do it in Paris
Tell me where you hide, if you want I'll go to London
Hey Pablo, I wasn't waiting for you
And you left me here asking for more
A bit more, a little more
Hey Pablo, you have a gypsy soul
If you'd stayed a bit longer
A little more, just a little bit more