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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sting
Sting
Vocals
Branford Marsalis
Branford Marsalis
Saxophone
Dolette McDonald
Dolette McDonald
Background Vocals
Fareed Haque
Fareed Haque
Guitar
Janice Pendarvis
Janice Pendarvis
Background Vocals
Kenny Kirkland
Kenny Kirkland
Keyboards
Manu Katché
Manu Katché
Drums
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Guitar
Mino Cinelu
Mino Cinelu
Percussion
Renée Geyer
Renée Geyer
Background Vocals
Vesta Williams
Vesta Williams
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sting
Sting
Songwriter
Ruben Blades
Ruben Blades
Translation
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sting
Sting
Producer
Neil Dorfsman
Neil Dorfsman
Mixing Engineer
Hugh Padgham
Hugh Padgham
Mixing Engineer

गाने

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 Danzan con los muertos Danzan con amores invisibles Con silenciosa angustia Danzan con sus pardres 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 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 And we'll dance And we'll dance And we'll dance And we'll dance And we'll dance
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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