Pirobo finds Spanish artist Altafulla mixing star-gazing tenderness with unapologetic swagger. The narrator looks up at the night sky, feeling the lingering footprint of an old flame, yet she is anything but shy about wanting her back. She throws shade at the new boyfriend, calling him a pirobo – Colombian slang for a clueless fool – and insists that no one else can recreate the adrenaline, mischief, and sizzling chemistry they once shared.
Beneath the playful insults lies a fierce declaration of destiny. Altafulla compares their bond to the earth and the moon, water in a desert, even a Trojan horse ready to burst with passion. The message is cheeky and direct: their connection is wild, unique, and inevitable, and she is keeping that spot in her bed warm until the inevitable reunion.