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 they 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
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone