Il testo della They dance alone

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 that 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.

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 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, on day we'll sing our freedom.
One day we'll laugh in our joy and we'll dance.

Hey, mister, 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.
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.
One day we'll dance on their graves, on 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 angistia danzan con sus padres
Con sus hijos con sus esposos ellas danzan solas danzans solas

One day we'll dance on their graves, on 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, on 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, and we'll dance, and we'll dance.
And we'll dance and we'll dance, and we'll dance, and we'll dance.