<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=101863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>They Dance Alone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why are there women here dancing on their own?<br>Why is there this sadness in their eyes?<br>Why are the soldiers here<br>Their faces fixed like stone?<br>I can't see what it is that they dispise<br>They're dancing with the missing<br>They're dancing with the dead<br>They dance with the invisible ones<br>Their anguish is unsaid<br>They're dancing with their fathers<br>They're dancing with their sons<br>They're dancing with their husbands<br>They dance alone They dance alone<br>It's the only form of protest they're allowed<br>I've seen their silent faces scream so loud<br>If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too<br>Another woman on a torture table what else can they do<br>They're dancing with the missing<br>They're dancing with the dead<br>They dance with the invisible ones<br>Their anguish is unsaid<br>They're dancing with their fathers<br>They're dancing with their sons<br>They're dancing with their husbands<br>They dance alone They dance alone<br>One day we'll dance on their graves<br>One day we'll sing our freedom<br>One day we'll laugh in our joy<br>And we'll dance<br>One day we'll dance on their graves<br>One day we'll sing our freedom<br>One day we'll laugh in our joy<br>And we'll dance<br>Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos<br>Ellas danzan con los muertos<br>Ellas danzan con amores invisibles<br>Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia<br>Danzan con sus pardres<br>Danzan con sus hijos<br>Danzan con sus esposos<br>Ellas danzan solas<br>Danzan solas<br>Hey Mr. Pinochet<br>You've sown a bitter crop<br>It's foreign money that supports you<br>One day the money's going to stop<br>No wages for your torturers<br>No budget for your guns<br>Can you think of your own mother<br>Dancin' with her invisible son<br>They're dancing with the missing<br>They're dancing with the dead<br>They dance with the invisible ones<br>They're anguish is unsaid<br>They're dancing with their fathers<br>They're dancing with their sons<br>They're dancing with their husbands<br>They dance alone They dance alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Sting - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=101863" data-title="They Dance Alone" data-description="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..."></div> </div> </div>

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