Writer(s): Lin-Manuel Miranda
We don't talk about Bruno no no no
We don't talk about Bruno
It was my wedding day
We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky
No clouds alowed 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 umbrella
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 see I'm 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 that 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 he feasts on your screams
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
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now look at my hair
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy
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
Oye 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
I want not a sound out of you
I can hear him now
Um Bruno
Yeah about the Bruno
I really need to know about bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth Bruno
Isabella 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 he feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I
Bruno says it looks like rain
In doing so he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane
He's here
Don't talk about Bruno
Don't talk about
