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We Don't Talk About Bruno

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
 
But, right when my wedding was
When my wedding was
Everything was ready, with lovely weather
Not a cloud at that time
Bruno, in a mysterious voice, said
Thunder
Are you telling the story or am I?
Sorry, my love, you do it.
 
"I know that it's about to rain."
What was he implying?
You know that I took it very badly.
Abuela, get the umbrella...
Wedding in a hurricane
It was a happy day, but it's true
 
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
 
Hey, I was scared to see Bruno, stammering and stumbling
I always remember him muttering and mumbling
His sound is like that of trickling sand
 
Rare was his gift of visualizing
Leaving abuela trembling like everyone else
Facing uninterpreted prophecies
Do you want to try?
 
Terror in his face, rats at his back
When you hear your name, there is no turning back
Scream as you shake when you awake
 
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
 
He said "my fish would die" and it did
He said "you'll be pot-bellied" and it happened just so
He told me that I would become bald and, well, look at me
The prophecies come true every time
 
He saw in me a pleasant destiny
A fantastical life will come to me
And the power of my gift will grow like grapes
Oye Mariano is about to arrive
 
He saw in me an impossible love
Tied to another until the end
I can almost hear him now
Hey you, I don't want to hear a single sound out of you
I could hear him
I can hear him
 
Oh Bruno, yes, about Bruno
Tell me what you know about Bruno
Give me the plain truth about Bruno
Isabela, your love has arrived
To the table
 
Hey, I was scared to see Bruno, stammering and stumbling
(But, right when my wedding was
When my wedding was)
(He saw in me a pleasant destiny)
I always remember him muttering and mumbling
(Everything was ready, with lovely weather
Not a cloud at that time)
(A fantastical life will come to me)
His sound is like that of sand trickling
 
Rare was his gift of visualizing
(Bruno, in a mysterious voice, said
Thunder)
Leaving abuela trembling like everyone else
Facing uninterpreted prophecies
(And the power of my gift will grow like grapes)
Are you telling the story or am I?
Sorry, my love, you do it.
Do you want to try?
 
Hey, Mariano is about to arrive
Terror in his face, rats at his back
(He saw in me an impossible love
Tied to another until the end)
("I know that it's about to rain."
What was he implying?)
When you hear your name, there is no turning back
(I'm ok, I'm ok, I'm ok)
(You know that I took it very badly.
Abuela, get the umbrella)
Scream as you shake when you awake
(Wedding in a hurricane
It was a happy day, but it's true)
They've arrived
 
We don't talk about Bruno
Why did I talk about Bruno?
You must not talk about Bruno
I never should talk about Bruno.
 
Original lyrics

No se habla de Bruno [We Don't Talk About Bruno]

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