Encanto Song Book

Chapter 1: The Chameleon Is Me (Camilo's Song)

What's my problem, you ask

Who am I? What should I be?

Everybody wants the mask

Nobody wants me...

Just kidding!

Come on, my dear cousin Mirabel

Haven't we escaped that Hell?

You've helped the others already

Please, dear cousin, just let me be

Can't you see I'm happy being the chameleon?

Every morning I look in the mirror with a grin

Excited to see with which face my day will begin

A thousand selves are mine to claim, mine to use

A thousand and one masks from which to choose

What's the matter with being the chameleon?

I'm short to dodge, I'm tall to reach

I'm woman, man, and in-between

I'm anything you ask I be

Yet I never lose sight of me

The face in the mirror doesn't have to be me

I don't need fixing or therapy

I'm just happy being me

Cousin, dear, can't you see?

The chameleon is me

The chameleon is me

I wake each morning with a grin

Eager for the day to begin

Ask and I'll be you, Isa, Papi

But never once am I not me

What's wrong with being the chameleon?

The chameleon is not a curse

I am he, for better or worse

You really don't need to fix me

Can't you see I'm already happy?

I'm happy being the chameleon

A thousand faces, mine not mine

Can't you see I'm doing just fine?

I look in the mirror, not knowing what I'll see

But I never forget that it's still just me

For the chameleon is me

Chapter 2: They Don't Talk Much About Me (Bruno's Song)

They don't talk much about me, sí sí sí

They don't talk much about me, but

It was her wedding day (she was marrying Felix)

We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky (Pepa was suppressing)

She was beautiful in her dress

(a wonder!)

But you don't want to hear this from me–

[MIRABEL] No, Tío, please go on

I joked, 'it looks like rain' ( Just to help her n-erves)

Suddenly, her face twists in pain ( And her mood sw-erves)

She was married in a hurricane

It was a mistake, but anyways

They don't talk much about me, sí sí sí

They don't talk much about me

Hey

Only Dolores noticed, when I was stuttering or stumbling

She can always listens for my muttering and mumbling

She says that I sound like falling sand (ch, ch, ch)

She understands, that my gift is humbling

Only one of the family not fumbling

When I have a prophecy no-one understands

Do you understand?

I'm the family shame, they won't take me back

They banned my name, I'm better off here with my rats

I can't haunt their dreams, if they can't hear my screams

Hey

They don't talk much about me, sí sí sí (sí sí)

They don't talk much about me (They don't talk much about me)

I warned that her fish would die, the next day? Dead! (Oh no)

He claims him getting fat was because of something I said (Oh no)

I saw that he was getting bald, he laid the blame on my head (Oh no)

My fate is sealed when their prophecy is read!

I saw Isa would have the life of her dreams

For once, a prophecy truly divine

I saw that her power would grow

Like the grapes that thrive on the vine

So why didn't it come true?

I saw the man of Dolores' dreams

He was just out of reach, betrothed to another

Yet she still listens for me

She doesn't blame me, after all this time

She still talks to me, sometimes

She still talks to me

Yeah, that's me

And why they all hate me

Everything you need to know about me

That's the truth and the whole truth, about me

Please, just leave me al-one!

I'm fine on my own!

(Overlapping choruses in the background as sand and smoke start swirling around them)

MIRABEL: Tio, are you okay?

Not again!

Just stay away from me

Why did you come find me?

Don't make me look, I don't want to see–

Please, kid, I can't have you hate me too...

Chapter 3: A Dash Of Love (Julieta's Song)

Seal a wound, heal a bruise, fix a bone

That's my gift, and it is mine alone

Ever since I was five, a toddler, a babe

I've taken pride in the food I've made

But my food couldn't ease Bruno's fears

It couldn't dry my hermana's tears

It couldn't sooth Camilo's nightmares

Or help to cover Dolores' ears

Ever since I was five, a toddler, a babe

I've taken pride in the food that I've made

But it can only do so much on its own

You need a dash of love to run a home

I held my hermano tight

Helped Pepa bring the light

Sang to Camilo all night

Told Dolores it would be alright

Let me kiss away the tears

And chase out all your fears

Let me hold you close, my dear

Know your Mamí is right here

My food can work a miracle

It truly is a precious Gift

A broken leg can walk again

And not one bruise will be left

But there are things my food cannot do

Things hidden deep inside of you

Over the years, I've learned what to do

I whisper things, so soft and true

I cannot cure your eyes, mija

But please let me try to cure your heart

I cannot stop the bees, mija

But I can stop you from coming apart

I'll kiss your cheek, wipe your eyes

Make you feel all warm inside

For some things, my food's not enough

For those things, I use a dash of love