Текст и перевод песни Sting - Ellas danzan solas (Cueca solas)

Ellas danzan solas (Cueca solas)

Por qué están aquí, danzando solas?
Por qué hay tristeza en sus miradas?
Hay soldados también
Ignoran su dolor
Porque desprecian el amor
Danzan con los muertos
Los que yá no están
Amores invisibles
No dejan de danzar
Danzan con sus padres
Sus ninos también
Y con sus esposos
En soledad, en soledad
Yo las vi, en silencio gritar
No hay otra manera de protestar
Si dijeran algo más
Solo un poco más
Otra mujer seria torturada
Con seguridad
Danzan con los muertos
Los que yá no están
Amores invisibles
No dejan de danzar
Danzan con sus padres
Sus ninos también
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 terminará
No podrá comprar mas armas
Ni a sus verdugos pagar
Imagine a su madre
Danzando siempre en soledad
Danzan con los muertos
Los que yá no están
Amores invisibles
No dejan de danzar
Danzan con sus padres
Sus ninos también
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
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar
Al danzar

They Dance Alone (Cueca Solas)

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 gone
Invisible loves
They never stop dancing
They dance with their fathers
Their children too
And with their husbands
In solitude, in solitude
I saw them, silently screaming
There is no other way to protest
If they said anything more
Just a little more
Another woman would be tortured
For sure
They dance with the dead
Those who are gone
Invisible loves
They never stop dancing
They dance with their fathers
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 fathers
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 will not be able to buy more weapons
Nor pay your executioners
Imagine your mother
Always dancing in solitude
They dance with the dead
Those who are gone
Invisible loves
They never stop dancing
They dance with their fathers
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
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance
As we dance