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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
in a hurricane
What a day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can him of and mumbling
I associate him the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy with a gift so humbling
Always Abuela and the family fumbling
with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he (no, no)
He said all my disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on screams
You telling or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
in a hurricane
What a day, but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can him of and mumbling
I associate him the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy with a gift so humbling
Always Abuela and the family fumbling
with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he (no, no)
He said all my disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on screams
You telling or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno
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