We Don't Talk About Bruno (Encanto)

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 (Abuela, gets 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 (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? Seven-foot frame, rats along his back When he calls your name, it all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams and feast on your screams (Hey) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no (No, no) We don't talk about Bruno (We don't talk about 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 says (No, no) He said that all my hair would disappear Now, look at my head (No, no) 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) I want not a sound out of you (It's like I can hear him now) I can hear him now Um, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno I really need to know about Bruno Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno Isabela, your boyfriend's here Time for dinner It was my wedding day, we were getting Ready; it was our wedding day; grew to live In fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling, I Can always hear him sort of muttering and Mumbling; seven-foot frame, rats along his Back; (He told me that the life of my dreams) And there wasn't a cloud in the sky; no Clouds allowed in the sky; I associate him With the sound of falling sand, ch, ch, ch; When he calls your name, it all fades to Black; (Would be promised and someday be mine) Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin; Thunder; it's a heavy lift with a gift so Humbling, always left Abuela and the family Fumbling; yeah, he sees your dreams and Feast on your screams; (He told me that my power would grow) You telling this story or am I?; I'm sorry, mi Vida, go on; grappling with prophecies they Couldn't understand, do you understand?; (Like the grapes that thrive on the vine, I'm fine) Óye, Mariano's on his way Bruno says, "It looks like rain"; why did he Tell us?; he told me that the man of my Dreams; a seven-foot frame, rats along his Back; (He told me that the life of my dreams) In doing so, he floods my brain; Abuela, get The umbrellas; would be just out of reach, Betrothed to another, another; when he calls Your name, it all fades to black; (Would be Promised and someday be mine) Married in a hurricane; what a joyous day, But anyway; And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'll be fine; yeah, he sees your Dreams and feasts on your screams; (And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine) He's here Don't talk about Bruno (Why did I talk about Bruno?) Not a word about Bruno (I never shoulda brought up Bruno)