They Dance Alone (Cueca Solo) - Sting

Why are these 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 they despise

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 the 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