We Don’t Talk About Bruno Our Last Night

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)

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
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with propheciеs they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A sеven-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

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no (No, no)
We don't talk about Bruno