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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 ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and on screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, at my head (no, no)
Your 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 that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
to another
It's like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
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 your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In 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 shoulda brought up Bruno
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says: It like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
he calls your name it all to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and on screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, at my head (no, no)
Your 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 that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
to another
It's like I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know Bruno
Gimme the truth and the truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)
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 your screams
You telling this or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In 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 shoulda brought up Bruno
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