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 Uno walks in with a mist
You're telling this story or am I?
I'm sorry, me.
The umbrella.
in a hurricane what a joyous day but anyway we don't talk about no no no no no
We don't talk about Bruno.
Hey, through to live in fear.
and mumbling, I associate them with
Humbling, always like a bullion, the family fumbling, grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand.
Do you understand?
Seven foot frame.
Rats along his back.
When he calls your name.
name it all fades to black yeah he sees your
This song is great.
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no.
We don't talk about Bruno.
He told me my fish would die the next day.
Yeah!
No, no!
He told me I'd grow a gut!
And just like he said, he said that boy right here would face the funeral.
Look at my hair.
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read.
Told me that the life of my dreams would be promised
And someday be mine He told me
Me that my power would grow like the grapes that thrive on the
Oye, Mariano's on his way.
She told me that the man
Of my dreams would be just out of reach Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him now I want not a sound out of you
I can hear him now.
Bruno.
Yeah, about that Bruno.
I really need to know about Bruno.
Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno.
Yeah, guys, roll with it.
We miss you so much.
Why did I talk about Bruno?
I never should've thought of Bruno
