We Don't Talk About Bruno

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're telling the 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 associate 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?

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

We don't talk about Bruno

He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead

He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said

He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head

Hey!
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

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

Um, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Give me 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 some day be mine

I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate 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're telling the 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

Óye, 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

Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams

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

Why did I talk about Bruno?

Not a word about Bruno

I never should have brought up Bruno