They Dance Alone
Sting - 《Nothing Like The Sun》
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
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
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
Another woman on the torture table
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angistia
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
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 dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands