A# A We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no

A# A Dm We don't talk about Bruno, but

GmIt was my wedding day

AIt was our wedding day

GmWe were getting ready

Dm Gm AAnd there wasn't a cloud in the sky

GmNo clouds allowed in the sky

Dm Gm A GmBruno walks in with a mischievous grin

Thunder

A# AYou telling this story or am I?

I'm sorry, mi vida, go on

Dm Gm ABruno says, "It looks like rain"

GmWhy did he tell us?

Dm Gm AIn doing so, he floods my brain

GmAbuela, get the umbrellas

Dm Gm AMarried in a hurricane

GmWhat a joyous day but anyway

A# A We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no

A# A We don't talk about Bruno

Dm GmHey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling

A GmI can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling

Dm Gm A GmI associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch ch ch

Dm GmIt's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling

A GmAlways left Abuela and the family fumbling

A# AGrappling with prophecies they couldn't understand

Do you understand?

Dm Gm A GmA seven-foot frame, rats along his back

Dm Gm A GmWhen he calls your name it all fades to black

Dm Gm A GmYeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Hey)

A# A We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no

A# A We don't talk about Bruno

Dm Gm AHe told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (No, no)

Dm Gm AHe told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (No, no)

Dm Gm AHe said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head (No, no)

A# AYour fate is sealed when your prophecy is read

F CHe told me that the life of my dreams

Dm A#Would be promised, and someday be mine

F CHe told me that my power would grow

Dm A#Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (Óye, Mariano's on his way)

F CHe told me that the man of my dreams

DmWould be just out of reach

A#Betrothed to another

F CIt's like I hear him, now

Dm A#Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you

It's like I can hear him now, I can hear him, now

A# AUm, Bruno

A# AYeah, about that Bruno

A# AI really need to know about Bruno

A# A A#mGimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno (Isabela, your boyfriend's here)

Time for dinner

Dm Gm A GmA seven-foot frame, rats along his back (It was my wedding day, it was our wedding day)

Dm Gm A GmWhen he calls your name it all fades to black (We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky)

Dm Gm A GmYeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin)

A# AYou telling this story or am I? (Óye, Mariano's on his way)

Dm Gm A GmBruno says, "It looks like rain" (He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach)

Dm Gm A GmIn doing so, he floods my brain (Betrothed to another, another)

Dm Gm A GmMarried in a hurricane (And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine)

A#He's here

ADon't talk about Bruno, no

A#Why did I talk about Bruno?

ANot a word about Bruno

DmI never shoulda brought up Bruno