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We're not going to talk about Bruno, no, no, no! We're not talking about Bruno ... but It was my wedding day It was our wedding day We were preparing, and there was no cloud in the sky Clouds are not allowed in the sky Bruno walks in with an awkward smile- Showers !! You're telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go ahead Bruno says, "It's like water" Why did he tell us? Doing so will flood my brain Abuela, get the shades Married in a hurry What a happy day ... but at least We're not going to talk about Bruno, no, no, no! We're not talking about Bruno! Oi! Bruno grew up to live for fear of stuttering and stumbling I could always hear him a kind of tweet and tweet I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch It's a heavy lift and the gift is very humble I'm always tinkering with Abuela and my family Work on prophecies they did not understand Do you understand? A seven-foot pole Orphans follow him When he calls your name It all went black Yes, he saw your dream And eat at your shout (hey!) He told me that my fish would die The next day: dead! (No No!) He told me to grow my intestines! And as he said ... (no, no!) He said I would lose all my hair, now look at my head (no, no! Hey!) Your destiny will be sealed when your prophecy is read! He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and would one day be mine He told me that my power would grow, like a thriving vine Oye, Mariano is walking He told me that the man of my dreams would just leave Marriage to another Looks like I hear it now Hey, I wish there was no sound out of you (it looks like I can hear it now) I hear it now Aw, Bruno ... Yes, about that Bruno ... I really want to know about Bruno ... Gimmie true and true to all, Bruno (Isabella, your boyfriend is here) Dinner time! A seven-foot frame (it was my wedding day, it was our wedding day) Rats along his back (we were getting ready) When your name is called (and there was no cloud in the sky) Everything fades to black (clouds in the sky are not allowed!) Yes, he sees your dreams (Bruno enters with a mischievous grin-) And celebrate with your screams (thunder!) Are you telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, my life goes on (yes, Mariano is on his way) Bruno says, "It looks like it's raining" (a seven-foot frame, rats along the back) Doing so floods my brain Married in a hurricane He is here! Don't talk about Bruno, no! (Why did we talk about Bruno?) Not a word about Bruno I should never have brought Bruno!
