💔 Bitter Lessons is a soulful reflection on love, betrayal, and the painful truths we learn along the way. Wrapped in haunting melodies and raw emotion, this song tells the story of falling for something sweet—only to discover the bitter taste of deception.

Some loves teach us how to cry, how to let go, and how to rebuild from the ashes. The scars may linger, but so does the wisdom.

Press play and feel every word.🎶🔥

"Bitter Lessons"

[Intro]
Sometimes the sweetest lies,
Teach the bitterest lessons, oh.

[Verse 1]
You came like sugar, smooth and sweet,
Promised me heaven, swept me off my feet.
But sugar turns sour when the truth gets spilled,
And your love’s a poison I can’t rebuild.

[Pre-Chorus]
You taught me how to cry, oh baby,
How to live with goodbye.
I thought your love was mine to treasure,
Turns out pain’s the only measure.

[Chorus]
Bitter lessons from a love gone cold,
Taught me truths I didn’t wanna hold.
You gave me heartache wrapped in gold,
Now I’m wiser, but the scars won’t go.

[Verse 2]
You played your game, and I played blind,
Lost myself, tryna read your mind.
You kissed my tears, said it’d be alright,
But those lies kept me up at night.

[Pre-Chorus]
You taught me how to ache, oh honey,
How to see through the fake.
Your love was a lesson, hard to learn,
Now I’m stronger, but it still burns.

[Chorus]
Bitter lessons from a love gone cold,
Taught me truths I didn’t wanna hold.
You gave me heartache wrapped in gold,
Now I’m wiser, but the scars won’t go.

[Outro]
I don’t regret it, but I won’t forget it,
Your bitter lessons, baby, they cut too deep.

Bitter Lessons

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

The final song, the unspoken words.
“Love Left on the Table” is that sigh at the end of it all —
a slow-burning blues confession for the love that stayed unclaimed.
No dramatic goodbye, no slammed doors. Just silence… and a chair left pulled out.

Woven with smoky guitar licks and quiet heartbreak,
this bonus track closes the journey with grace,
reminding us that sometimes the truest stories are the ones that never found their ending.

This is blues at its most vulnerable.
This is what’s left behind.

Love Left on the Table (Bonus Track)

Flesh & Bones

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this is my private signature track, the song I love. My requiem for my best friend who died far too young.

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CAKE

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Sigh

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UKUTHULA (take2)

This loop inside never ends!

I have to wait until I'm almost 60 years old to finally make these deep house tracks with my own lyrics. House music has been with me since the 80s, for more than 40 years now. And it will probably never stop: “the loop inside never ends!”

When I told my friend and business partner Dennis about this in a melancholic moment, he immediately said: “Damn it, what are you waiting for? You've built a house, planted a few trees, fathered a son, driven a few eight-cylinder cars, published books, and worked on projects around the world... now just do it.”

No sooner said than done... I knocked out three or four tracks. And then it just kept going. It was going so well.

“Tell me, Bruno, aren't you getting too old for this shit?” Maybe. Maybe not. My good old friend, the German DJ legend DJ Hildegard, has already jumped on board. More specifically, my track “History of House.” She says, “You're never too old for good music.” I think she's right. In any case, I can say with deep conviction and some experience that staid conventions have never gotten me anywhere.

And now? It flows:

“The House in me”

[Chorus]
Beat is truth.
Groove is love.
You better move.
Feelings in flow.

(from my track: "The HOUSE in me FILE.001)

This loop inside never ends!

UKUTHULA (take2)

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