We Don't Talk About Bruno (feat. Jack Skye, Jazzy Skye & Kade Skye)

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 the story, or am I? (I'm sorry mi vida, go on)

Bruno says it looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
And 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
Graping with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?

Seven-foot frame, with 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
We don't talk about Bruno (don't talk about Bruno)

He told me my fish would die, the next day dead (no, no)
He told me I grow a gut, and just like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair will 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 some day be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vines
(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 hear him now)
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
Isabella, your boyfriend's here (time for dinner)

Seven-foot frame (it was my wedding day, it was our wedding day)
With rats along his back (we are getting ready)
When he calls your name (and there wasn't a cloud in the sky)
It all fades to black (no clouds allowed in the sky)

Yeah, he sees your dream (it's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling)
And feasts on your scream (Bruno walks in with a mischievous Grin) (thunder)
You telling the story, or am I? (Understand)
You telling the story, or am I? (Understand) (grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand)
I'm sorry mi vida, go on (do you understand?)

Seven-foot frame and rats along his back (Bruno said it looks like rain)
When he calls your name (would be promised, and some day be mine)
It all fades to black (betrothed to another, another)
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your scream (my powers would grow like)
What a joyous day, but anyway (your boyfriend's is here)

Don't talk about Bruno
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never should have brought up Bruno