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We don't 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 in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous 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 always him sort of and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't Bruno
He told me my fish die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my (no, no)
fate is sealed when 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
Like the grapes on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never 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 in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It looks rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous 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 always him sort of and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't Bruno
He told me my fish die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my (no, no)
fate is sealed when 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
Like the grapes on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's I hear him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)
We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never brought up Bruno
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