We Don't Talk About Bruno (From "Encanto") [feat. Adassa & One Voice Children's Choir]

Ooh, we don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno But it was my wedding day (it was our wedding day) We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky (No clouds allowed in the sky) Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder) You're telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Bruno says, it looks like rain (why did he tell us?) In doing so, he floods my brain (I'm gonna get the umbrella) Married in a hurricane (what a joyous day, but anyway) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno Bruno, 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 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's all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams, he feeds on your screams We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno (Bruno) He told me my fish would die, the next day dead (no, no) He told me I'd grow a gut, and just like he said (just like he said) He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head (no, no, hey) Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read 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 Óye mariano's on his way 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, (Hey sis, hey sis, I want not a sound out of you) It's like I can hear him now, I can hear him now No, Bruno, no Bruno, no, no, no Yeah, no, no Bruno I really need to know about Bruno Tell me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno Isabella, your boyfriend's here Seven foot frame (Bruno, live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling) Rats along his back (I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling) When he calls your name, it's all fades to black (I associate him with the sound of falling sand) Yeah, he sees your dreams, he feeds on your screams (it's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling) (Always left Abuela and the family fumbling) (Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand) Óye mariano's on his way Seven foot frame (Bruno says, it looks like rain) Rats along his back (the man of my dreams would be just out of reach) When he calls your name, it's all fades to black (in doing so, he floods my brain) Yeah, he sees your dreams, he feeds on your screams (married in a hurricane) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno