Текст песни Sting - 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 not 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

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 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
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 padres
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
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

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They dance alone

Why are these women here dancing on their own?
Why are they in such a sad eyes?
Why are soldiers around
Stone-faced?
I can not look at how it is unbearable.
They dance with those who disappeared,
They dance with those who murdered,
They dance with those who are invisible,
Their flour is not put into words,
They dance with their fathers,
They dance with their sons,
They dance with their husbands,
They dance alone They dance alone.

This is the only form of protest, which they are allowed,
I saw them the silent people who loudly shouted,
And if they said a word, they, too, would not become
Another woman at the desk of torture, what else can they do?
They dance with those who disappeared,
They dance with those who murdered,
They dance with those who are invisible,
Their flour is not put into words,
They dance with their fathers,
They dance with their sons,
They dance with their husbands,
They dance alone They dance alone.

The day will come when we splyashem on the graves of the executioners,
The day will come when we will sing our freedom,
The day will come when we will laugh with joy
And dance

They dance with those who disappeared,
They dance with those who murdered,
They dance with those who are invisible,
Their flour is not put into words,
They dance with their fathers,
They dance with their sons,
They dance with their husbands,
They dance alone They dance alone.

Hey, Mr. Pinochet!
You sow the seeds of discord,
This foreign coin that supports you,
One stop flow
And there will be nothing to pay
For your gun.
Can you imagine his own mother
Dancing with her son invisible?
They dance with those who disappeared,
They dance with those who murdered,
They dance with those who are invisible,
Their flour is not put into words,
They dance with their fathers,
They dance with their sons,
They dance with their husbands,
They dance alone They dance alone.