They dance alone (cueca solo) - Sting a Madres y Desaparecidos de Argentina y Chile

Why are there 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 that they dispise
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 a 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 angustia
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
They're 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






Por que estan aqui, danzando solas?
Por que hay tristeza en sus miradas?
Hay soldados también
Ignoran su dolor
Porque desprecian el amor

Danzan con los muertos
Los que ya no están
Amores invisibles
No dejan de danzar
Danzan con sus padres
Sus niños también
Y con sus esposos
En soledad, en soledad

Yo las vi, en silencio gritar
No hay otra manera de protestar
Si dijeran algo mas
Solo un poco mas
Otra mujer seria torturada
Con seguridad

Danzan con los muertos
Los que ya no están
Amores invisibles
No dejan de danzar
Danzan con sus padres
Sus ninos tambien
Y con sus esposos
En soledad, en soledad

Un dia danzaremos
Sobre sus tumbas, libres
Un dia cantaremos
Al danzar
Un dia danzaremos
Sobre sus tumbas, libres
Un dia cantaremos
Al danzar

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

Hey Mr. Pinochet
Su siembra huele mal
Y ese dinero que recibe
Pronto se terminara
No podrá comprar mas armas
Ni a sus verdugos pagar
Imagine a su madre
Danzando siempre en soledad

Danzan con los muertos
Los que ya no están
Amores invisibles
No dejan de danzar
Danzan con sus padres
Sus niños también
Y con sus esposos
En soledad, en soledad

Un dia danzaremos
Sobre sus tumbas, libres
Un dia cantaremos
Al danzar
Un dia danzaremos
Sobre sus tumbas, libres
Un dia cantaremos
Al danzar
Al danzar...