We don't talk about bruno no no no
im sorry mi vida go onnnn~
bruno says it looks like rain (what did he tell us? )
in doing so he floods my brain (abuela gets the umbrellaaas)
married in a hurricane (what a joyus day but anyway )
WE DONT TALK ABOUT BRUNO NO NO NO NO
WE DONT TALK ABOUT BRUNO!!!
Bruno lives in fear always stuttering and fumbling
i can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
i asscoiate him with a sound of falling sand (ch ch ch)
Its a heavy lift,with a gift so humbling
Always left the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies 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 FEASTS ON YO SCREAMS(YAAAAHHHH) WE DONT TALK ABOUT BRUNO NO NO NO OOO oOO WE DONT TALK ABOUT BRUNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He told me my fish would die the next day DEAD! ( No ooo OooO) He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said~~~! HE SAID THAT ALL MY HAIR WHOULD DISSAPPEAR NOW LOOK AT MY HEAD (YAAAAAAAH) YOUR FATE IS SIELD WHEN YOUR PROFOCIE IS REAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!
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
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 not a sound out of you (it's like I can hear him now)
I can hear him now
Um, Bruno...
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 (it was my wedding day, it was our wedding day)
Rats along his back (we were getting ready)
When he calls your name (and there wasn't a cloud in the sky)
It all fades to black (no clouds allowed in the sky!)
Yeah, he sees your dreams (Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin-)
And feasts on your screams (thunder!)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on (óye, Mariano's on his way)
Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (a seven-foot frame, rats along his back)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane
He's here!
Don't talk about Bruno, no! (Why did I talk about Bruno?)
Not a word about Bruno
