Music Video

Sting - They Dance Alone (Cueca Solo)
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Credits

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

Lyrics

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 that 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, they 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?
Dancing with the missing
Dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
Dancing with their sons
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...
Written by: Sting
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