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)
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!
...End...
[Spanish:]
We Don't Talk About Bruno Lyrics;
No hablamos de Bruno, no, no, no
No hablamos de Bruno, pero
Era el dÃa de mi boda (era el dÃa de nuestra boda)
Nos estábamos preparando y no habÃa una nube en el cielo (no se permiten nubes en el cielo)
Bruno entra con una sonrisa traviesa (trueno)
¿Estás contando esta historia o soy yo?
Lo siento mi vida sigue
Bruno dice: "Parece que llueve" (¿por qué nos lo dijo?)
Al hacerlo, inunda mi cerebro
Abuela, trae los paraguas
Casado en un huracán
¡Qué dÃa tan feliz! Pero de todos modos
No hablamos de Bruno, no, no, no
No hablamos de bruno
Hey, crecà para vivir con el miedo de que Bruno tartamudeara o tropezara
Siempre puedo escucharlo murmurar y murmurar
Lo asocio con el sonido de la arena que cae, ch ch ch
Es una carga pesada con un regalo tan humillante
Siempre dejaba a la abuela y a la familia a tientas
Lidiando con profecÃas que no podÃan entender
Lo entiendes?
Un marco de siete pies, ratas a lo largo de su espalda
Cuando él dice tu nombre, todo se vuelve negro
SÃ, él ve tus sueños y se deleita con tus gritos (hey)
No hablamos de Bruno, no, no, no
No hablamos de bruno
Me dijo que mi pez morirÃa, al dÃa siguiente, muerto (no, no)
Me dijo que me harÃa crecer la tripa y como él dijo (no, no)
Dijo que todo mi cabello desaparecerÃa
Ahora mira mi cabeza (no, no)
Tu destino está sellado cuando se lee tu profecÃa
Me dijo que la vida de mis sueños
SerÃa prometido y algún dÃa serÃa mÃo
Me dijo que mi poder crecerÃa
Como las uvas que crecen en la vid
(óye, Mariano está en camino)
Me dijo que el hombre de mis sueños
EstarÃa fuera de alcance
Desposado con otro
Es como lo escucho ahora
Oye hermana, no quiero ni un sonido de ti
Bruno
Si, sobre eso Bruno
Realmente necesito saber sobre Bruno
Dame la verdad y toda la verdad, Bruno
(Isabella, tu novio esta aqui)
Hora de cenar
Un marco de siete pies, ratas a lo largo de su espalda
Cuando él dice tu nombre, todo se vuelve negro
SÃ, él ve tus sueños y se deleita con tus gritos
¿Estás contando esta historia o soy yo?
Óye, Mariano está en camino
Bruno dice: "Parece que llueve".
Al hacerlo, inunda mi cerebro
Casado en un huracán, él está aquÃ.
No hables de Bruno, no (¿por qué hablé de Bruno?)
Ni una palabra sobre Bruno
¡Nunca debà haber mencionado a Bruno!
...Fin...
We Don't Talk About Bruno From "Encanto"/Lyric Video
