We don't talk about
Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk
about Brun...o
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 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 Brun...o
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
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
We don't talk about
Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk
about Brun...o
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
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
when he calls your name
it all fades to black
Yeah he sees your
dreams and feasts
on your screams
You telling the story
or am I?
Bruno says
"It looks like rain"
Why did he tell us?
In doing so
he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day
anyway
We don't
talk about Bruno
no, no, no we don't
talk about Brun...o