Correction Lyrics La Gaita, Mauro Castillo, Adassa, Rhenzy Feliz, Diane Guerrero, Stephanie Beatriz, Encanto by Carolina Gaitán

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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)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (Thunder)
You telling this story or am I? (I'm sorry, mi vida, go on)
Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (Why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain (Abuela, get the umbrellas!)
Married in a hurricane (What a joyous day, but anyway)

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno (Hey)

Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I a**ociate him with the sound of falling sand (Ch, ch, ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name, it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no (No, no)
We don't talk about Bruno (We don't talk about Bruno)

He told me my fish would die
The next day, dead (No, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut
And just like he said (No, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (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, 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
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
Isabela, your boyfriend's here
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
It was my wedding day
It was our wedding day
He told me that the life of my dreams
Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
When he calls your name, it all fades to black
We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Would be promised and someday be mine
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I a**ociate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch
Yeah, he sees your dreams
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin
He told me that my power would grow
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
And feasts on your screams
Thunder
You telling this story or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine, I'm fine
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says, "It looks like rain"
Why did he tell us?
Seven-foot frame, rats along his back
He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine
He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas!
When he calls your name, it all fades to black
Betrothed to another, another
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day
And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine
He's here
Don't talk about Bruno, no (Why did I talk about Bruno?)
Not a word about Bruno (I never shoulda brought up Bruno)

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