Sting – They Dance Alone (Cueca Solo) (1988)

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
Danzan con los muertos
Danzan con amores invisibles
Con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Con sus hijos
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

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

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
Danzan con los muertos
Danzan con amores invisibles
Con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Con sus hijos
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

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

Présentation graphique : Ludovic PICAVET