Encanto Reacts

We Don't Talk About Bruno

The next song pops up on screen. As soon as it starts everyone can tell who it's about. 

[Pepa:]
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day

[Félix:]

It was our wedding day

[Pepa:]
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky

[Félix:]
No clouds allowed in the sky

[Pepa:]
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin

[Félix:]
Thunder

[Pepa:]
You're telling the story or am I?

[Félix:]
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on

[Pepa:]
Bruno says, "It looks like rain"

[Félix:]
Why did he tell us?

[Pepa:]
In doing so, he floods my brain

[Félix:]
Abuela get the umbrellas

[Pepa:]
Married in a hurricane

[Félix:]
What a joyous day but anyway

[Pepa & Félix:]
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno

[Dolores:]
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?

"Wait is that Tio Bruno dancing in the background?" asks Mirabel.

[Camilo:]
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)

Bruno looks at his nephew who just shrugs. "I was five when you left. All I know about you is from what people told me." Bruno just laughs.

[Pepa & Camilo:]
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no

[Dolores:]
No, no

[Pepa & Camilo:]
We don't talk about Bruno

[Dolores:]
We don't talk about Bruno

[Townsperson 1:]
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead

[Ensemble:]
No, no

[Townsperson 2:]
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said

[Ensemble:]
No, no

[Townsperson 3:]
He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head

[Ensemble:]
Hey!
No, no
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read

[Isabela:]
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

[Abuela Alma:]
Óye, Mariano's on his way

[Dolores:]
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