Capo 3
[Am]We don't [Dm]talk about [E7]Bruno, no, no, no
[Am]We don't [Dm]talk about [E7]Bruno, but
[Am]It was my[Dm] wedding day (it was our [E7]wedding day)
We were getting [Am]ready, and there [Dm]wasn't a [E7]cloud in the sky
(no clouds allowed in the [Am]sky)
Bruno walks in [Dm]with a [E7]mischievous grin [Am](thunder)
[F]You telling this story, or am I? [E7]I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
[Am]Bruno says, "It [Dm]looks like [E7]rain" (why did he tell us?)
In [Am]doing so, he [Dm]floods my [E7]brain Abuela, get the umbrellas
[Am]Married in a [Dm]hurrica[E7]ne What a joyous day! But anyway
[F]We don't talk about [E7]Bruno, no, no, no
[F]We don't talk about [E7]Bruno
[Am]Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno [Dm]stuttering or stumbling
[E7]I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
[Am]I associate him with the [Dm]sound of falling sand, [E7]ch-ch-ch
[Am]It's a heavy lift with a [Dm]gift so humbling
[E7]Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
[F]Grappling with prophecies they couldn't unders[E7]tand Do you understand?
A [Am]seven-foot [Dm]frame, [E7]rats along his back
When he [Am]calls your [Dm]name, it [E7]all fades to black
Yeah, he [Am]sees your [Dm]dreams and [E7]feasts on your screams (hey)
[F]We don't talk about [E7]Bruno, no, no, no
[F]We don't talk about [E7]Bruno
[Am]He told me my f[Dm]ish would die, the [E7]next day, dead (no, no)
[Am]He told me I'd [Dm]grow a gut and [E7]just like he said (no, no)
He said that [Am]all my hair would [Dm]disappear [E7]Now, look at my head (no, no)
[F]Your fate is sealed when your [E7]prophecy is read
[C]He told me that the [G]life of my dreams
Would be [Am]promised, and someday be [F]mine
[C]He told me that my [G]power would grow
Like the [Am]grapes that thrive on the [F]vine (Óye, Mariano's on his way)
[C]He told me that the [G]man of my dreams
Would be [Am]just out of reach Be[F]trothed to another
[C]It's like I hear him now Hey [G]sis, I [Am]want not a sound out of [F]you
I can hear him [E7]now Um, Bruno
[F]Yeah, about that [E7]Bruno
I [F]really need to know about [E7]Bruno
Gimme the [F]truth and the whole truth, [E7]Bruno
(Isa[Fm]bella, your boyfriend's here) Time for dinner
A [Am]seven-foot [Dm]frame, [E7]rats along his back
When he [Am]calls your [Dm]name, it [E7]all fades to black
Yeah, he [Am]sees your [Dm]dreams and [E7]feasts on your screams (hey)
[F]We don't talk about [E7]Bruno, no, no, no
[F]We don't talk about [E7]Bruno
I never should've brought up [Am]Bruno!