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?
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)
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
Seven-foot frame, rats along his back (It was my wedding day, it was our wedding day)
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
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin)
(Thunder) You telling this story or am I?
Óye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach)
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, he floods my brain (Betrothed to another, another)
Married in a hurricane (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