camilo scenarios
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, noWe don't talk about Bruno, butIt 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 onBruno says, "It looks like rain" (why did he tell us?)In doing so, he floods my brainAbuela, get the umbrellasMarried in a hurricaneWhat a joyous day! But anywayWe don't talk about Bruno, no, no, noWe don't talk about BrunoHey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumblingI can always hear him sort of muttering and mumblingI associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch ch chIt's a heavy lift with a gift so humblingAlways left Abuela and the family fumblingGrappling with prophecies they couldn't understandDo you understand?A seven-foot frame, rats along his backWhen he calls your name it all fades to blackYeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, noWe don't talk about BrunoHe 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 disappearNow, look at my head (no, no)Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is readHe told me that the life of my dreamsWould be promised, and someday be mineHe told me that my power would growLike the grapes that thrive on the vine (óye, Mariano's on his way)He told me that the man of my dreamsWould be just out of reachBetrothed to anotherIt's like I hear him, nowHey sis, I want not a sound out of youUm, BrunoYeah, about that BrunoI really need to know about BrunoGimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno(Isabella, your boyfriend's here)Time for dinnerA seven-foot frame, rats along his backWhen he calls your name it all fades to blackYeah, he sees your dreams and feasts…
