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