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 gets 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?
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
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
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 grape that thrive on the vine
On the vine
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 gets the umbrella
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Betrothed to another another
Married in a hurricane
What a gorgeous day
And I'm fine and I'm fine
And I'm fine I'm fine
He's here
Don't talk about Bruno no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never should have brought up Bruno