I imagine you alone that day
In Spain, was it cold in December?
It was December
Posted at gate A, bouquet of roses underarm
To wait for me, to wait for me
How many hours did you wait?
Besides, you really came? When I think about it
Because I do think about it
If that day I had come down
From the plane, would we have had our chance?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
No, I would never know
What it's like to love you in Barcelona
No, I would never know
What it's like to love you in Spanish
We had only seen each other those few times
Our languages didn't even match up
But we laughed, remember
Between us the language of the eyes
That language for amorous hearts sufficed, and yet
I preferred to stay, the winter in Paris, with a heavy heart
Was I wrong? I feel remorseful
How many men are waiting for their love
Waiting for them to arrive one day at the airport?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
No, I would never know
What it's like to love you in Barcelona
No, I would never know
What it's like to love you in Spanish
No, I would never know
No, I would never know
No, I would never know
No, I would never know
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la
La, la-la, la, la-la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
No, I would never know
What it's like to love you in Barcelona
No, I would never know
What it's like to love you in Spanish
No, I would never know
No, I would never know
No, I would never know
No, I would never know