Ba ba ba-da da, Ba ba ba-da da
Welcome to the family Madrigal!
I would move the mountains (oh)
Make new trees and flowers grow
Someone please just let me know where do I go
I am waiting on a miracle
Hey! 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?
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 (hey!)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Bruno
Pressure like a drip, drip, drip, that'll never stop, whoa-oh
It's pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop,
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Give it to your sister, your sister's older
Give her all the heavy things you can't shoulder
Who am I if I can't run with the ball?
I just made something unexpected
Something sharp, something new
It's not symmetrical or perfect, But it's beautiful
And it's mine,
What else can I...
A hurricane of jacarandas
Strangling figs, hanging vines
Palma de cera fills the air as I climb
And I push through
What else can I do?
Dos oruguitas
In love and yearning
Together in this world
That turns, and never stops turning
Ay, mariposas
Don't you hold on too tight
Both of you know
It's your time to grow
To fall apart, to reunite
Vienen milagros, vienen crisálidas
Hay que partir y construir su propio futuro
Wonders surround you
Just let the walls come down
Don't look behind you
Fly till you find
The miracle is you