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