We Don’t Talk About Bruno
Directed:Jared Bush
Screenplay:Charise Castro Smith
Produced:Yvett Merino
Starring:Stephanie Beatriz,María Cecilia Botero
Music:Germaine Franco
We Don’t Talk About Bruno Song Lyrics From Encanto (film) In English
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 (tss, tss, tss)
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
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
it was my wedding day
Rats along his back
it was our wedding day
we were getting ready
When he calls your name,
it all fades to black
and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Yeah, he sees your dreams and
feasts on your screams Bruno
walks in with a mischievous grin
You telling this story or am I?
Oye, Mariano’s on his way
Bruno says It looks like rain
seven-foot frame, rats along his back
In doing so, he floods my brain
when he calls your name,
it all fades to black
Married in a hurricane
yeah, he sees your dreams
and feasts on your screams
He’s here Don’t talk about Bruno
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never should’ve brought up Bruno