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 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 but!

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
(We don't talk about Bruno, 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?
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
We don't talk about Bruno but!

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
(Óye, 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!

It was my wedding day
We were getting ready it was our wedding
Day grew to live in fear
Of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him
Sort of muttering and mumbling
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
(He told me that the life of my dreams)
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky no
Clouds allowed in the sky I associate
Him with the sound of falling sand, ch
Ch, ch when he calls your name
It all fades to black
(Would be promised and someday be mine)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin
Thunder it's a heavy lift with
A gift so humbling, always left Abuela
And the family fumbling yeah
He sees your dreams and
Feasts on your screams
(He told me that my power would grow)
You telling this story or am I? I'm sorry
Mi vida, go on grappling with
Prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
(Like the grapes that thrive on the vine
I'm fine) óye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says
"It looks like rain" why did he tell us? he
Told me that the man of
My dreams a seven-foot frame
Rats along his back
(He told me that the life of my dreams)
In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela
Get the umbrellas would be just
Out of reach, betrothed to another, another
When he calls your name
It all fades to black
(Would be promised and someday be mine)
Married in a hurricane what a joyous day
But anyway And I'm
Fine, and I'm fine, and I'm
Fine, I'll be fine yeah
He sees your dreams and
Feasts on your screams
(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 shoulda brought up Bruno)