Não Falamos do Bruno

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 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, 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?

7-foot frame rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yea, he sees your dreams and 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 (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 wold grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)

He told me that the man of my dreams
Wold be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him now (hey sis)
It's like I can hear him now (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
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno (Isabela, your boyfriend is here)
Time for dinner

A 7-foot frame, rats along his bag (It was my (our) wedding day we were getting ready)
When he calls your name it all fades to black (and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, no clouds allowed in the sky)
Yea, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Bruno walks with a mischievous grin)
You're telling the story or am I?
Oye, Mariano’s on his way

Bruno says: It looks like rain, in doing so, he floods my brain (why did he tell us, abuela get the umbrellas)
He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach, 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, no, no, no
Why did I talk about Bruno? (Not a word about Bruno)
I never shoulda brought up Bruno