They Dance Alone (Gueca Solo)
Sting"They Dance Alone (Gueca Solo)" is a song by Sting, released in 1994 in the Pop genre. The song is 6:32 long and contains 87 lines and 425 words.
0:00They Dance Alone - Sting
0:35Why are there women here dancing on their own
0:42Why is there this sadness in their eyes
0:49Why are the soldiers here
0:53Their faces fixed like stone
0:57I can't see what it is that they dispise
1:04They're dancing with the missing
1:07They're dancing with the dead
1:11They dance with the invisible ones
1:14Their anguish is unsaid
1:18They're dancing with their fathers
1:21They're dancing with their sons
1:25They're dancing with their husbands
1:29They dance alone
1:35They dance alone
1:54It's the only form of protest they're allowed
2:01I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
2:09If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
2:16Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
2:23They're dancing with the missing
2:27They're dancing with the dead
2:30They dance with the invisible ones
2:34Their anguish is unsaid
2:38They're dancing with their fathers
2:41They're dancing with their sons
2:45They're dancing with their husbands
2:49They dance alone
2:54They dance alone
3:00One day we'll dance on their graves
3:03One day we'll sing our freedom
3:07One day we'll laugh in our joy
3:11And we'll dance
3:14One day we'll dance on their graves
3:18One day we'll sing our freedom
3:21One day we'll laugh in our joy
3:25And we'll dance
3:30Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
3:34Ellas danzan con los muertos
3:38Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
3:43Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
3:45Danzan con sus pardres
3:48Danzan con sus hijos
3:50Danzan con sus esposos
3:52Ellas danzan solas
3:55Danzan solas
3:58Hey Mr Pinochet
4:01You've sown a bitter crop
4:04It's foreign money that supports you
4:08One day the money's going to stop
4:12No wages for your torturers
4:15No budget for your guns
4:19Can you think of your own mother
4:22Dancin' with her invisible son
4:26They're dancing with the missing
4:30They're dancing with the dead
4:33They dance with the invisible ones
4:37They're anguish is unsaid
4:41They're dancing with their fathers
4:44They're dancing with their sons
4:48They're dancing with their husbands
4:52They dance alone
4:57They dance alone
5:03One day we'll dance on their graves
5:06One day we'll sing our freedom
5:10One day we'll laugh in our joy
5:14And we'll dance
5:17One day we'll dance on their graves
5:21One day we'll sing our freedom
5:24One day we'll laugh in our joy
5:29And we'll dance
5:34And we'll dance
5:38And we'll dance
5:42And we'll dance
5:45And we'll dance
5:48And we'll dance
5:52And we'll dance
5:56And we'll dance
5:59And we'll dance
6:03And we'll dance
6:06And we'll dance
6:10And we'll dance
6:14And we'll dance
6:17And we'll dance
6:21And we'll dance
6:25And we'll dance
6:28And we'll dance
6:32And we'll dance
They Dance Alone - Sting 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 pardres 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 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 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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