Encanto is such a good movie

no clouds allowed in the sky

No, no, noooooooo

(Thunder) are you telling this story or am I

im sorry, mi vida go on

Bruno says, "It looks like rain"

why did he tell us?

Doing so he floods my brain!

Abuela gets the umbrella.

Married in a hurricane!

what a joyous day but anyways

We Don't Talk About Bruno..No..No...No!!

We don't talk about Brunooooooo! 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?

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!)

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?

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

this my favorite part!

good job now its stuck in my head again we dont talk about bruno no no no no we dont talk about bruno it was our wedding day and there wasnt a clout in the sky then bruno walks in with a miscievous grin and said it looks like rain

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!

good job

OK MOVIE REFERENCE (100) (btw i read title)

nononooooo

we dont talk about brunoooooo, BUT it was my wedding day...

(it was our wedding day) And there wasn't a cloud in the sky!

(no clouds allowed in the sky)

Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin

(thunder roaring) you telling this story or am i....?

i'm sorry, mi vida, go ooonnnnnnnnn...

Bruno says it looks like rain (why did he tell us)

And doing so he floods my brain (Abuela gets the umbrella)

Married in a Hurricane!
(What a joyous day but anyway)

We dont talk about Bruno, no no no..we dont talk about brunoo..

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!

I have it stuk in my head now

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

Don't talk about Bruno, no (why did I talk about Bruno?)
Not a word about Bruno
I never should've brought up Bruno!

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

Um, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
I S A B E L A U R B O Y F R I E N D S H E R E
Time for dinner

*people talking over eachother*

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?

POV: you come in here to see people singing the song in the comments

7 foot cane. Rats on his back.

when he called your name it all fades to black

oh

It was our 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 tell her?)

in doing so he floods my brain (abuela gets the umbrellas)

married in a hurricane (what a joyous day! But anyways)

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)

He told me my fish would die the next 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.

we don´t talk about Bruno, no no no we Don'talk about brunooooooooooooooooo