we don’t talk about bruno lyrics

Ooh, 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’re 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 (I’m gonna 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

Bruno, 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
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’s all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams, he feeds on your screams

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don’t talk about Bruno (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 (just like he said)
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, hey sis, I want not a sound out of you)
It’s like I can hear him now, I can hear him now

No, Bruno, no Bruno, no, no, no
Yeah, no, no Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Tell me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
Isabella, your boyfriend’s here

Seven foot frame (Bruno, live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling)
Rats along his back (I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling)
When he calls your name, it’s all fades to black (I associate him with the sound of falling sand)
Yeah, he sees your dreams, he feeds on your screams (it’s a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling)
(Always left Abuela and the family fumbling)
(Grappling with prophecies they couldn’t understand)
Óye mariano’s on his way

Seven foot frame (Bruno says, it looks like rain)
Rats along his back (the man of my dreams would be just out of reach)
When he calls your name, it’s all fades to black (in doing so, he floods my brain)
Yeah, he sees your dreams, he feeds on your screams (married in a hurricane)