We Don't Talk About Bruno (From "Encanto"/Instrumental)

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 the 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 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 (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 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 (Oye, 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 Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno Isabela, your boyfriend's here Time for dinner A seven-foot frame, rats along his back It was my wedding day It was our wedding day He told me that the life of my dreams Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling When he calls your name it all fades to black We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky No clouds allowed in the sky Would be promised and some day be mine I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch Yeah, he sees your dreams Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin He told me that my power would grow It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling And feasts on your screams Thunder You're telling the story or am I I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Like the grapes that thrive on the vine, on the vine Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand Oye, Mariano's on his way Bruno says, "It looks like rain" Why did he tell us Seven-foot frame, rats along his back He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela gets the umbrella When he calls your name it all fades to black Betrothed to another, another Married in a hurricane What a gorgeous day And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine He's here Don't talk about Bruno, no (Why did I talk about Bruno?) Not a word about Bruno (I never should have brought up Bruno)