We Don't Talk About Bruno

歌詞

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 the 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 gets 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 No, no We don't talk about Bruno 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 Hey! 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 Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno Isabela, your boyfriend's here Time for dinner A seven-foot frame, rats along his back It was my wedding day It was our wedding day He told me that the life of my dreams Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling 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 Would be promised and some day be mine I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch Yeah, he sees your dreams Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin He told me that my power would grow It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling And feasts on your screams Thunder You're telling the story or am I? I'm sorry mi vida go on Like the grapes that thrive on the vine, I'm fine Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand Óye, Mariano's on his way Bruno says, "It looks like rain" Why did he tell us? Seven-foot frame, rats along his back He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela gets the umbrellas When he calls your name it all fades to black Betrothed to another, another Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams Married in a hurricane What a joyous day And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine He's here Don't talk about Bruno, no Why did I talk about Bruno? Not a word about Bruno I never should have brought up Bruno