We Don't Talk About Bruno

Song: We Don't Talk About Bruno

Artist: From, Disney's Encanto

Had to keep things lighter today because of the Sabbath and this beautiful Conference weekend. I love our Latter-Day Prophet President Russell M. Nelson. 💗 At 100 (!) years old he is still so sharp, eloquent and well spoken. Truly the sweetest, most humble, faithful man. I enjoyed getting to hear from him today; his words filled my heart with peace and the desire to do and be better. To remember my Savior daily and re-commit my life to him through my thoughts, words and actions.

This song has already become a Disney classic! My family of all adults (besides my nieces and nephew) love this song and movie! I kid you not, there have been times where there have been no children present on a road trip and we are jammin' to this song! 😂 What can I say? We're nerds! Disney is for everyone...the young and the young at heart 💚 And the song totally fits in on this Halloween playlist...Bruno has a very mysterious air to him. And mysterious things can be spooky sometimes....until we come to understand them. But sometimes their just plain scary! 😱

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, 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 (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 (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

Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno

Isabela, your boyfriend's here

Time for dinner

It was my wedding day, we were getting ready; it was our wedding day; 

grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling, I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling; 

a seven-foot frame, rats along his back; 

He told me that the life of my dreams

And there wasn't a cloud in the sky; no clouds allowed in the sky; 

I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch, ch, ch; 

when he calls your name, it all fades to black; 

Would be promised and someday be mine

Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin; thunder; 

it's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling, always left Abuela and the family fumbling; 

yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams; 

He told me that my power would grow

You telling this story or am I?; I'm sorry, mi vida, go on;

grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand, do you understand?

Like the grapes that thrive on the vine, I'm fine

Óye, Mariano's on his way

Bruno says, "It looks like rain"; why did he tell us?; 

he told me that the man of my dreams; 

a seven-foot frame, rats along his back; 

He told me that the life of my dreams

In doing so, he floods my brain; Abuela, get the umbrellas;

would be just out of reach, betrothed to another, another; 

when he calls your name, it all fades to black; 

Would be promised and someday be mine

Married in a hurricane; what a joyous day, but anyway;

And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'll be fine; 

yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams; 

And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine

He's here

Don't talk about Bruno (Why did I talk about Bruno?)

Not a word about Bruno (I never shoulda brought up Bruno)

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNO-NO-NO! 🤫