Intro:
    GWe donʼt talk aF#bout Bruno, no, no, no
    GWe donʼt talk aF#bout Bruno
    BmBut

It was Emmy wedding day
It was F#our wedding day
We were Emgetting ready

And Bmthere wasnʼt a Emcloud in the F#sky
No clouds alEmlowed in the Bmsky
Bruno walks Emin with a F#mischievous Emgrin (Thunder)

GYou telling this story or am F#I?

Iʼm sorry, mi vida, Go on

BmBruno says, «EmIt looks like F#rain»
Why did he Emtell us?
In Bmdoing so, Emhe floods my F#brain
Abuela, get Emthe umbrellas
BmMarried in a EmhurriF#cane
What a joyous Emday but anyway

Chorus:
    GWe donʼt talk aF#bout Bruno, no, no, no
    GWe donʼt talk aF#bout Bruno

Hey, Bmgrew to live in fear of EmBruno stuttering or stumbling
F#I can always hear him Emsort of muttering and mumbling
BmI associate him with the Emsound of falling F#sand,Em ch ch ch

BmItʼs a heavy lift with a Emgift so humbling
Always left AF#buela and the Emfamily fumbling
GGrappling with prophecies they couldnʼt underF#stand

Do you understand?

BmA seven-foot Emframe, F#rats along his Emback
When he Bmcalls your Emname it F#all fades to Emblack
Yeah, he Bmsees your Emdreams and F#feasts on your Emscreams (Hey)

Chorus:
    GWe donʼt talk aF#bout Bruno, no, no, no
    GWe donʼt talk aF#bout Bruno

BmHe told me my Emfish would die, the next day, F#dead (No, no)
BmHe told me Iʼd Emgrow a gut and just like he F#said (No, no)
He said that Bmall my hair would Emdisappear,
now, look at my F#head (No, no)
GYour fate is sealed when your F#prophecy is read

DHe told me that the Alife of my dreams
Would be Bmpromised, and someday be Gmine
He Dtold me that my Apower would grow
Like the Bmgrapes that thrive on the Gvine
(Oye, Marianoʼs on his way)

DHe told me that the Aman of my dreams
Would be Bmjust out of reach
BeGtrothed to another
DItʼs like I hear him, Anow
Hey sis, BmI want not a sound out of Gyou

Itʼs like I can hear him now, I can hear him, now

GUm, F#Bruno
GYeah, about that F#Bruno
I Greally need to know about F#Bruno
Gimme the Gtruth and the whole F#truth,
Bruno (GmIsabela, your boyfriendʼs here)

Time for dinner

BmA seven-foot Emframe, F#rats along his Emback
(It was my wedding day, it was our wedding day)
When he Bmcalls your Emname it F#all fades to Emblack
(We were getting ready and there wasnʼt a cloud in the sky)
Yeah, he Bmsees your Emdreams and F#feasts on your Emscreams
(Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin)
GYou telling this story or am F#I?
(Oye, Marianoʼs on his way)

BmBruno says, «EmIt looks like F#rain»
(He told me that the man of my Emdreams would be just out of reach)
In Bmdoing so, Emhe floods my F#brain
(Betrothed to another, Emanother)
BmMarried in a EmhurriF#cane
(And Iʼm fine, and Iʼm fine, and Iʼm fine, Iʼm Emfine)
Heʼs Ghere

Outro:
    Donʼt talk aF#bout Bruno, no
    Why did I talk aGbout Bruno?
    Not a word aF#bout Bruno
    I never shoulda brought up BruBmno