They Dance Alone (Gueca Solo) - Sting

    Why are these women here dancing on their own?
    Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
    Why are the soldiers here
    Their faces fixed like stone?
    I can't see what it is they despise
    They're dancing with the missing
    They're dancing with the dead
    They dance with the invisible ones
    Their anguish is unsaid
    They're dancing with their fathers
    They're dancing with their sons
    They're dancing with their husbands
    They dance alone They dance alone
    It's the only form of protest they're allowed
    I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
    If they were to speak these words
    they'd go missing too
    Another woman on the torture table
    what else can they do
    They're dancing with the missing
    They're dancing with the dead
    They dance with the invisible ones
    Their anguish is unsaid
    They're dancing with their fathers
    They're dancing with their sons
    They're dancing with their husbands
    They dance alone They dance alone

    One day we'll dance on their graves
    One day we'll sing our freedom
    One day we'll laugh in our joy
    And we'll dance
    One day we'll dance on their graves
    One day we'll sing our freedom
    One day we'll laugh in our joy
    And we'll dance

    Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
    Ellas danzan con los muertos
    Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
    Ellas danzan con silenciosa angistia
    Danzan con sus padres
    Danzan con sus hijos
    Danzan con sus esposos
    Ellas danzan solas
    Danzan solas

    Hey Mr. Pinochet
    You've sown a bitter crop
    It's foreign money that supports you
    One day the money's going to stop
    No wages for your torturers
    No budget for your guns
    Can you think of your own mother
    Dancin' with her invisible son
    They're dancing with the missing
    They're dancing with the dead
    They dance with the invisible ones
    Their anguish is unsaid
    They're dancing with their fathers
    They're dancing with their sons
    They're dancing with their husbands
    They dance alone They dance alone

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