We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no, no But, it was my wedding day We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky Not just a cloud in the sky I know I'll sing with the mist to the scream Thunder You're telling a story Or am I? I'm sorry, my life went wrong Bruno's hairpiece looks like rain Why did he tell her? It's been blowing so he's blocked my brain Like it's the umbrella Are we in a hurricane? What a joy to stay, but anyway We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno Hey! Bruno live in fear, Bruno's muttering or stumbling I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand Tss, tss, tss Yes, I believe he was a kid so humbling Always looked up a lie in the family fumbling A language my baby couldn't understand Do you understand? Seven foot frame, rats along his back When he calls your name, it all fades to black And he sees your teeth, he sounds great We don't talk about Bruno, no, 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 No, no He said that my hair would taste of beer, now look at my hair No, no Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read 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 Oye, 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 say Hey, sis I want my sons out of hell I can hear him now Mm, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno I really need to know about Bruno Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno He's out there, you're right here 9.40 AM Seven foot frame, rats along his back When he calls your name, it all fades to black And he sees your teeth, he sounds great We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no He's out there, yes, yes, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes He's out there, yes, yes, yes We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no No, no, no We don't talk about Bruno www.mooji.org