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They re dancing with the dead, why is there this sadness in their eyes
danzan con sus esposos
one day we ll sing our freedom
They re dancing with their sons, they re dancing with their husbands
Danzan con sus hijos, why are there women here dancing on their own, and we ll dance
danzan solas
Can you think of your own mother, it s foreign money that supports you
I can t see what it is that they despise, danzan con sus esposos, no budget for your guns
One day we ll dance on their graves, and we ll dance, why is there this sadness in their eyes
If they were to speak these words they d go missing too, it s the only form of protest they re allowed
You ve sown a bitter crop, can you think of your own mother Sting, one day we ll sing our freedom
and we ll dance
I can t see what it is that they despise, they re dancing with their fathers, why are the soldiers here
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles, danzan con sus esposos, ellas danzan con los muertos
One day we ll laugh in our joy, they dance alone they dance alone Alone, their faces fixed like stone
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles, they re dancing with their husbands, and we ll dance
Why is there this sadness in their eyes, their faces fixed like stone
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia, danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas, danzan con sus esposos
why are the soldiers here
why are there women here dancing on their own
One day we ll dance on their graves, can you think of your own mother
One day we ll laugh in our joy, they re dancing with their sons
one day the money s going to stop
one day we ll sing our freedom
dancing with her invisible son
one day we ll dance on their graves
One day we ll dance on their graves, they dance alone they dance alone Sting, danzan con sus hijos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles, why are the soldiers here
Their anguish is unsaid, ellas danzan solas
why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone, they re dancing with the missing Dance, why is there this sadness in their eyes
Why are there women here dancing on their own, and we ll dance
One day we ll sing our freedom, one day we ll laugh in our joy
One day we ll sing our freedom, they re dancing with their sons, they re dancing with their husbands
They dance alone they dance alone, no wages for your torturers, ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
they re dancing with their sons
Ellas danzan solas, one day the money s going to stop
And we ll dance, they re dancing with their husbands
Why is there this sadness in their eyes, one day we ll laugh in our joy
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles, one day we ll dance on their graves, it s foreign money that supports you
their faces fixed like stone
They re dancing with the dead, no budget for your guns
why are the soldiers here
another woman on a torture table what else can they do
their faces fixed like stone
Danzan con sus esposos, can you think of your own mother
they re dancing with the dead
Why are the soldiers here, if they were to speak these words they d go missing too
it s the only form of protest they re allowed
Danzan con sus pardres, they re dancing with their fathers
i ve seen their silent faces scream so loud