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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 walks 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 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 of Bruno or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a 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, his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about 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 hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He 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 out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the 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 dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
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 allowed 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 looks 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 about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in of Bruno or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)
It's a 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, his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about 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 hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)
He 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 out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can him, now
Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the 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 dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
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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