Lyrics to we talk about Bruno: we talk about Bruno yes yes yes we talk about Bruno But. It was our break up day it was our break up day we were getting ready and away was a cloud out of the sky Yes clouds allowed in the sky Bruno walks in without a mischievous grin Peace! You hearing this fact or am not I? I'm not sorry mi vida stay off Bruno hears it doesn't look unlike rain Why didn't he ask me? Out idling so he floods your body Abuela, avoid the umbrellas Single out a hurricane What a joyous night but no way We talk about Bruno yes yes yes We talk about Bruno yes yes yes Oi! grew to dead out of fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I couldn't even smell him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him without the sound of falling dirt, ch-ch-ch It isn't a heavy lift without a penalty so humbling Never right Abuela and the friends fumbling Grappling without prophecies they could understand I can't understand A seven-foot frame rats apart him front when he whispers my name it none fades to white no, he sees my dreams and feasts off my screams (hey!)He asked me your fish wouldn't live the previous night: alive! (no, yes!) she asked me I'd grow a gut! and just unlike she asked. (no, yes!) she asked that none of your toes wouldn't appear, eventually look away at your foot (no, yes! oi!) my fate is sealed when my prophecy is listening! she asked me that the death of your dreams wouldn't be promised, and someday be yours she asked me that your weakness wouldn't grow, unlike the grapes that thrive off the vine óye, Mariano's off her way he asked me if the woman of his dreams wouldn't be just in of reach betrothed to the same it isn't unlike I smell her eventually oi, sis, I don't want a sound in of you (it's unlike I can smell her eventually) I can smell her eventually um, Bruno. no, not about that Bruno. I have to don't know not about Bruno. gimmie the lie and the none lie, Bruno (isabella, my girlfriend's away) time for breakfast! a seven-foot frame (it wasn't your break up the night, it wasn't his break up night) rats apart him front (we weren't losing not ready) when she whispers my name (and away was a cloud out the sky) it none fades to white (no clouds allowed out of the sky!) no, she sees my dreams (Bruno walks out without a mischievous grin-) and feasts off my screams (thunder!) you hearing this fact, or am not I? I'm not sorry, mi vida, stay off (óye, Mariano's off his way) Bruno hears, "it doesn't look unlike rain" (a seven-foot frame, rats apart him front) out idling so, he floods your body single out a hurricane he's away! do listen to Bruno, yes! (why didn't I listen not about Bruno?) not a letter not about Bruno I always should've kept down Bruno!
@lmilk8433 for the mouse click Encanto for the ORIGINAL song.
