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No Talking about Bruno

No Talking about Bruno, no, no, no
No Talking about Bruno
 
But, right on my wedding day
On our wedding day
Everything was ready with a splendid weather, this time
Not a cloud, this time
Bruno spoke with a mysterious voice:
Thunder
Are you to tell the story, or am I?
I'm sorry, my love, go ahead
 
"I know that it's raining soon"
What was he hinting at?
You can guess I took it badly
Grandma, get the umbrellas ready
Wedding in the middle of a hurricane
It was a happy day, though it's true
 
No Talking about Bruno, no, no, no
No Talking about Bruno
 
Hey, fear when you saw Bruno babbling and trampling around
I remember him constantly mumbling and whispering
The sound of him is like sliding sand
 
The gift of visualising is weird
It leaves grandma and everyone shivering
Dealing with uninterested prophecies
Do you wish to try?
 
Terror on his face, rats behind
When you hear your name, there's no turning back
Scream as you wake up shivering
 
No Talking about Bruno, no, no, no
No Talking about Bruno
 
He said that my fish would die, ans look
He said: "You'll get a pot belly" and that's how it went
He said I'd end up without hair, and look at me
His prophecies come true every time
 
He saw in me a kind fate
A life of bliss to come
And so, the power of my gift would grow like grapes
Hey, Mariano is coming
 
He saw in me an impossible love
Eventually entwined with someone else
I can almost hear him
Hey, you, not a breath from you
As if I could hear him
I can hear him
 
Oh Bruno, Yes, about Bruno
Tell me now everything you know about Bruno
Give me the sheer truth about Bruno
Isabela, your love has come
To the table
 
Hey, fear when you saw Bruno babbling and trampling around
(But, right on my wedding day
On our wedding day)
(He saw in me a kind fate)
I remember him constantly mumbling and whispering
(Everything was ready with a splendid weather, this time
Not a cloud, this time)
(A life of bliss to come)
The sound of him is like sliding sand
 
The gift of visualising is weird
(Bruno spoke with a mysterious voice:
Thunder)
It leaves grandma and everyone shivering
Dealing with uninterested prophecies
(And so, the power of my gift would grow like grapes)
(Are you to tell the story, or am I?
I'm sorry, my love, go ahead)
Do you wish to try?
 
Hey, Mariano is coming
Terror on his face, rats behind
(He saw in me an impossible love
Eventually entwined with someone else)
("I know that it's raining soon"
What was he hinting at?)
When you hear your name there's no turning back
(I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine)
(You can guess I took it badly
Grandma, get the umbrellas ready)
Scream as you wake up shivering
(Wedding in the middle of a hurricane
It was a happy day, though it's true)
Here they are!
 
We don't talk about Bruno
Why did I talk about Bruno?
We musn't talk about Bruno
I must never talk about Bruno
 
Original lyrics

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

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