Paroles et traduction Joan Baez - Ellas danzan solas (Cueca sola) (Live)

Ellas danzan solas (Cueca sola) (Live)

Por que estan aqui, danzando solas?
Por que hay tristeza en sus miradas?
Hay soldados tambien
Ignoran su dolor
Porque desprecian el amor
Danzan con los muertos
Los que ya no estan
Amores invisibles
No dejan de danzar
Danzan con sus padres
Sus nios tambien
Y con sus esposos
En soledad, en soledad
Yo las vi, en silencio gritar
No hay otra manera de protestar
Si dijeran algo mas
Solo un poco mas
Otra mujer seria torturada
Con seguridad
Danzan con los muertos
Los que ya no estan
Amores invisibles
No dejan de danzar
Danzan con sus padres
Sus nios tambien
Y con sus esposos
En soledad, en soledad
Un dia danzaremos
Sobre sus tumbas, libres
Un dia cantaremos
Al danzar
Un dia danzaremos
Sobre sus tumbas, libres
Un dia cantaremos
Al danzar
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Danzan con los muertos
Danzan con amores invisibles
Con silenciosa anustia
Danzan con sus padres
Con sus hijos
Con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas
Hey Mr Pinochet
Su siembra huele mal
Y ese dinero que recibe
Pronto se terminara
No podra comprar mas armas
Ni a sus verdugos pagar
Imagine a su madre
Danzando siempre en soledad
Danzan con los muertos
Los que ya no estan
Amores invisibles
No dejan de danzar
Danzan con sus padres
Sus nios tambien
Y con sus esposos
En soledad, en soledad

They Dance Alone (Cueca Sola) (Live)

Why are they here, dancing alone?
Why is there sadness in their eyes?
There are soldiers too
Ignoring their pain
Because they despise love
They dance with the dead
Those who are no longer here
Invisible loves
They never stop dancing
They dance with their parents
Their children too
And with their husbands
In solitude, in solitude
I saw them, screaming in silence
There is no other way to protest
If they said anything more
Just a little more
Another woman would be tortured
With certainty
They dance with the dead
Those who are no longer here
Invisible loves
They never stop dancing
They dance with their parents
Their children too
And with their husbands
In solitude, in solitude
One day we will dance
On their graves, free
One day we will sing
As we dance
One day we will dance
On their graves, free
One day we will sing
As we dance
They dance with the disappeared
They dance with the dead
They dance with invisible loves
With silent anguish
They dance with their parents
With their children
With their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
Hey Mr Pinochet
Your harvest smells bad
And that money you receive
Will soon run out
You won't be able to buy more weapons
Or pay your executioners
Imagine your mother
Dancing forever in solitude
They dance with the dead
Those who are no longer here
Invisible loves
They never stop dancing
They dance with their parents
Their children too
And with their husbands
In solitude, in solitude