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
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
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
Isabela, your boyfriend’s here
Time for dinner
[PEPA,
FÉLIX
,
DOLORES
,
CAMILO
& (ISABELA)]
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
[PEPA,
FÉLIX
,
DOLORES
,
CAMILO
& (ISABELA)]
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
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