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?

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

We don't talk about Bruno!

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

I can hear him now

Time for dinner!

Don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no

Not a word about Bruno!