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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our day)
We were ready
And wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds in the sky)
Bruno walks in 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
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering 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 Abuela and the fumbling
with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He told 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 that all my disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the grapes 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
Betrothed to another
It's I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I to 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 calls name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams
You this 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 up Bruno
We don't talk Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our day)
We were ready
And wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds in the sky)
Bruno walks in 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
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering 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 Abuela and the fumbling
with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk Bruno
He told 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 that all my disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He me that my power would grow
Like the grapes 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
Betrothed to another
It's I him, now
Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I to 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 calls name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees dreams and feasts on your screams
You this 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 up Bruno
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