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Original project from THUNDER--STUDIOS. thanks to the cast of Encanto Original 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) 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 (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 Um, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno I really need to know about Bruno Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno (Isabella, 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 Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams You telling this story or am I? Óye, Mariano's on his way Bruno says, "It looks like rain" In doing so, he floods my brain Married in a hurricane he's here Don't talk about Bruno, no (why did I talk about Bruno?) Not a word about Bruno I never should've brought up Bruno!
