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{iframe {@ width="580" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wHylQRVN2Qs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen}} {center {pre In Europe and America ther's a growing feeling of hysteria. Conditioned to respond to all the threats In (the) rhetorical speeches of the Soviets. Mister Krushchev said, "We will bury you." I don't subscribe to this point of view. (It'd) be such an ignorant thing to do If the Russians love their children too. How can I save my little boy From O ppen hei mer's deadly toy? There is no monopoly on common sense On either side of the political fence. We share the same biology, Regardless of ideology. Believe me when I say to you, I hope the Russians love their children too. There is no historical precedent To put the words in the mouth of the president. There's no such thing as a winnable war, It's a lie we don't believe anymore. Mister Reagan says, "We will protect you." I don't subscribe to this point of view. Believe me when I say to you, I hope the Russians love their children too We share the same biology, Regardless of ideology. But what might save us, me and you, Is if the Russians love their children too. }} _h2 french {center {pre En Europe et en Amérique, l'hystérie gagne du terrain. Conditionnés à répondre à toutes les menaces dans les discours rhétoriques des Soviétiques. M. Krushchev a dit : "Nous vous enterrerons." Je ne souscris pas à ce point de vue. Ce serait une chose si ignorante à faire Si les Russes aiment aussi leurs enfants. Comment puis-je sauver mon petit garçon du jouet mortel d'Oppenheimer ? Il n'y a pas de monopole du bon sens D'un côté ou de l'autre de la barrière politique. Nous partageons la même biologie, indépendamment de l'idéologie. Croyez-moi quand je vous dis, j'espère que les Russes aiment aussi leurs enfants. Il n'y a pas de précédent historique pour mettre les mots dans la bouche du président. Il n'y a pas de guerre gagnable, C'est un mensonge auquel nous ne croyons plus. Mister Reagan dit : "Nous vous protégerons." Je ne souscris pas à ce point de vue. Croyez-moi quand je vous dis, j'espère que les Russes aiment aussi leurs enfants Nous partageons la même biologie, quelle que soit l'idéologie. Mais ce qui pourrait nous sauver, vous et moi, c'est que les Russes aiment aussi leurs enfants. }} _h3 They dance alone {iframe {@ width="580" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MS_bN5ECJTI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen}} {center {pre 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 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 Dancing with their husbands They dance alone They dance alone 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? 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 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 angistia Danzan con sus padres 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 Dancing with her invisible son Dancing with the missing Dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Their anguish is unsaid 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) we'll dance (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) (And we'll dance) }}
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