Текст песни Sting - They Dance Alone
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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
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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Они танцуют одни
Почему эти женщины танцуют здесь сами по себе?
Почему у них в глазах такая грусть?
Почему вокруг стоят солдаты
С каменными лицами?
Я не могу смотреть на то, как им невыносимо.
Они танцуют с теми, кто пропал,
Они танцуют с теми, кто убит,
Они танцуют с теми, кто невидим,
Их муку не выразить словами,
Они танцуют со своими отцами,
Они танцуют со своими сыновьями,
Они танцуют со своими мужьями,
Они танцуют одни, они танцуют одни.
Это единственная форма протеста, которая им дозволена,
Я видел их молчаливые лица, которые громко кричали,
А если бы они произнесли хоть слово, их тоже бы не стало
Еще одна женщина на столе пыток, что еще они могут сделать?
Они танцуют с теми, кто пропал,
Они танцуют с теми, кто убит,
Они танцуют с теми, кто невидим,
Их муку не выразить словами,
Они танцуют со своими отцами,
Они танцуют со своими сыновьями,
Они танцуют со своими мужьями,
Они танцуют одни, они танцуют одни.
Настанет день, когда мы спляшем на могилах палачей,
Настанет день, когда мы воспоем нашу свободу,
Настанет день, когда мы будем смеяться от радости
И танцевать
Они танцуют с теми, кто пропал,
Они танцуют с теми, кто убит,
Они танцуют с теми, кто невидим,
Их муку не выразить словами,
Они танцуют со своими отцами,
Они танцуют со своими сыновьями,
Они танцуют со своими мужьями,
Они танцуют одни, они танцуют одни.
Эй, Мистер Пиночет!
Ты сеешь семена раздора,
Эта иностранная монета, которая тебя поддерживает,
Однажды перестанет поступать
И нечем будет заплатить
За ваши пушки.
Можешь ли ты себе представить свою собственную мать
Танцующую с ее невидимым сыном?
Они танцуют с теми, кто пропал,
Они танцуют с теми, кто убит,
Они танцуют с теми, кто невидим,
Их муку не выразить словами,
Они танцуют со своими отцами,
Они танцуют со своими сыновьями,
Они танцуют со своими мужьями,
Они танцуют одни, они танцуют одни. 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 do they have such a sadness in his eyes ?
Why there are soldiers
Stone-faced ?
I can not look at them as intolerable.
They dance with those who are lost,
They dance with those who are killed,
They dance with someone who is invisible,
Their flour is not put into words ,
They dance with their fathers ,
They dance with his 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 uttered a word , they, too, would not become
Another woman at the desk of torture , what else can they do?
They dance with those who are lost,
They dance with those who are killed,
They dance with someone who is invisible,
Their flour is not put into words ,
They dance with their fathers ,
They dance with his 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 are lost,
They dance with those who are killed,
They dance with someone who is invisible,
Their flour is not put into words ,
They dance with their fathers ,
They dance with his 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 you support ,
One ceases to be supplied
And there will be nothing to pay
For your gun .
Can you imagine his own mother
Dancing with her invisible son?
They dance with those who are lost,
They dance with those who are killed,
They dance with someone who is invisible,
Their flour is not put into words ,
They dance with their fathers ,
They dance with his sons ,
They dance with their husbands ,
They dance alone, they dance alone.
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