Karaoké We Don't Talk About Bruno Encanto, La Fantastique Famille Madrigal

We don't talk about

Bruno, no, no, no

We don't talk about Bruno, but

It was my wedding day

We were getting ready and

It was our wedding day 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

In doing so, he floods my brain

Why did he tell us

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, no, no, no

We don't talk about Bruno, hey

We don't talk about Bruno

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

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

We don't talk about

Bruno, no, no, no

We don't talk about

Bruno, 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

He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said

He said that all my hair would disappear

Now, look at my head

Your fate is sealed when

Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read 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

It's like I can hear him now

I can hear him now

Hum, 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

He told me that rats along his back the life of my dreams

Would be promised

When he calls your name and someday be mine it all fades to black

Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams

He told me that my power would grow

Thunder

Like the grapes that thrive, oh, on the vine

I'm sorry, mi vida, go on

A seven-foot frame

He told me that rats along his back the life of my dreams

Would be promised

When he calls your name and someday be mine it all fades to black

Yeah, he sees your dreams

He told me that my power would grow and feasts on your screams like the grapes

Don't talk about Bruno

Why did I talk about Bruno

Not a word about Bruno

I never should have brought up Bruno