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[Pepa:] We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no! We don’t talk about Bruno… But it was my wedding day. [Félix:] It was our wedding day… [Pepa:] We were getting ready, And there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. [Félix:] No clouds allowed in the sky. [Pepa:] Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin – [Félix:] Thunder! [Pepa:] You’re telling the story, or am I? [Félix:] I’m sorry, mi vida go on… [Pepa:] Bruno says, “It looks like rain.” [Félix:] Why did he tell us? [Pepa:] In doing so, he floods my brain. [Félix:] Abuela, get the umbrellas… [Pepa:] Married in a hurricane… [Félix:] What a joyous day, but anyway… [Pepa & Félix:] We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no! We don’t talk about Bruno! [Dolores:] 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? [Camilo:] A 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. [Townspeople & Town kids:] Hey! [Pepa & Camilo:] We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no! [Dolores:] No! [Pepa, Félix, Camilo & Dolores:] We don’t talk about Bruno! [Townswoman with fish:] He told me my fish would die. The next day: dead. [Ensemble:] No, no! [Osvaldo:] He told me I’d grow a gut! And just like he said… [Señor Flores:] He said that (no, no) all my hair Would disappear, Now look at my head. [Ensemble:] Hey! No, no! [Pepa, Félix, Camilo & Dolores:] Your fate is sealed When your prophecy is read! [Isabela:] 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… [Abuela Alma:] Oye, Mariano’s on his way. [Dolores:] 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. [Duo, Isabela & Dolores:] [Isabela:] Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you… [Dolores:] It’s like I can hear him now, I can hear him now! [Mirabel:] Um, Bruno… Yeah, about that Bruno… I really need to know about Bruno… Give me the truth And the whole truth, Bruno! [Camilo:] Isabela, your boyfriend’s here. [Pepa & Julieta:] Time for dinner! [Ensemble, 5 simultaneous singing voices:] [Camilo:] A 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. A 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. Don’t talk about Bruno, no! Not a word about Bruno! [Pepa:] It was my wedding day, We were getting ready And there wasn’t a cloud In the sky. Bruno walks in With a mischievous grin. You’re telling the story, or am I? [Abuela Alma:] Oye, Mariano’s on his way. [Pepa:] Bruno says, “It looks like rain.” In doing so, he floods my brain… Married in a hurricane… [Townspeople & Town kid:] Hey! Don’t talk about Bruno, no! [Pepa, Townspeople & Town kid:] Not a word about Bruno! [Félix:] It was our wedding day… No clouds allowed In the sky. Thunder! I’m sorry mi vida go on… Why did he tell us? Abuela, get the umbrellas… What a joyous day! Don’t talk about Bruno, no! Not a word about Bruno! [Isabela:] 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… I’m fine. He told me that the life of my dreams Would be promised, And someday be mine… And I’m fine, and I’m fine, And I’m fine, I’ll be fine. [Julieta, Augustín & Abuela Alma:] He’s here! [Mirabel:] Why did I talk about Bruno?! I never should have Brought up Bruno! [Dolores:] I grew to live in fear of Bruno Stuttering or stumbling, I could 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? He told me that the man of my dreams Would be just out of reach, Betrothed to another, another… And I’m fine, and I’m fine, And I’m fine, I’m fine. Don’t talk about Bruno, no! Not a word about Bruno!
Опубликовано 07.02.22