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 could 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

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! Hey!)

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...

Gimmie the truth

and the whole truth, Bruno

(Isabella, your boyfriend's here)

Time for dinner!

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

Married in a hurricane

Don't talk about Bruno, no!

(Why did I talk about Bruno?)

Not a word about Bruno

I never should've brought up Bruno!