Lyrics: Lin-Manuel Miranda
Music: Lin-Manuel Miranda
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 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?
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
We don't talk about Bruno
No, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead
Oh, no
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said
He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head
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
I can hear him
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
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
Bruno says, "It looks like rain"（a seven-foot frame, rats along his back）
Why did he tell us?（when he calls your name it all fades to black）
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela get the umbrellas
He sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
He's here
Don't talk about Bruno
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
Never should I have brought up Bruno
No talk about Bruno