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!
