They Dance Alone (Gueca Solo)
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 despise
They dancing with the missing
They dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They dancing with their fathers
They dancing with their sons
They 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, they 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 dancing with the missing
They dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They dancing with their fathers
Dancing with their sons
They 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 gun
You think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They dancing with the missing
Dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They dancing with their fathers
Dancing with their sons
They 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
And we'll dance
And we'll dance (we'll dance)
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
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 despise
They dancing with the missing
They dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They dancing with their fathers
They dancing with their sons
They 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, they 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 dancing with the missing
They dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They dancing with their fathers
Dancing with their sons
They 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 gun
You think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They dancing with the missing
Dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They dancing with their fathers
Dancing with their sons
They 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
And we'll dance
And we'll dance (we'll dance)
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
And we'll dance
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Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner
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