We Don’t Talk About Bruno Lyrics – Encanto
We Don't Talk About Bruno Lyrics
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 roaring, You 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, get the umbrellas.
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.
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, Hey we don’t talk about bruno, No, no, no, 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 said no, no.
He said that all my hair would disappear, Now, look at my head 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.
Hey sis.
I want not a sound out of you, I can hear him now 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, A seven-foot frame, Rats along his back.
When he calls your name, It all fades to black, He told me that, My power would grow.
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine, Óye, mariano’s on his way bruno.
Married in a hurricane he’s here, Don’t talk about bruno no, no, no, Why did i talk about bruno, Not a word about bruno, I never shoulda brought up bruno.
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