We dont talk about bruno no no no, we dont talk about bruno, but, it was my wedding day(it was our wedding day) and we were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky(no clouds aloud in the sky). Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin(THUNDER) are you telling the story or am I? Im sorry mi vida go on, Bruno says it looks like rain(why did he tell her) doing so he floods my brain( Abuela gets the umbrella) married in a hurricane! (what a joyous story anyway! We don't talk about Bruno no no no. We don't talk about Brunoooo. Hey! Grew to fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the falling sand(ch ch ch). It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling. Always left Abuela and the family fumbling, grappling with prophesies they couldn't understand, do you understand? 7 foot frame, rats along his back. When he calls your name it all fades to black. Yeah he sees your dreams and feast on your screams. We don't talk about Bruno no no no. We don't talk about Brunoooo. He told me my fish would die the next day dead(no no) he told me I'll grow a gut! And just like he said. He told me all my hair will disappear now look at my head(no no). Your fate is sealed and you prophecy is read. He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine. He told me that my powers would grow like the grapes that thrive on the vine. (Óye 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 like I hear him, now) Hey sis, I want no a sound out of you. It's like I can hear him now. Yeah, about that Bruno. I really need to know about Bruno. Gimmie the truth and the whole truth Bruno. Isabella your boyfriend's here(Time for dinner). A seven-foot frame, rats along his back (It was my wedding day, it was our wedding day ) When he calls your name it all fades to black (We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky) Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin) You telling this story or am I? Óye, Mariano's on his way Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach) In doing so, he floods my brain (Betrothed to another, another). Married in a hurricane (And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine) He's here. Don't talk about Bruno, no. Why did I talk about Bruno? Not a word about Bruno. I never shoulda brought up Bruno.
DONT U DARE TALK ABOUT BRUNO
