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 cant see what it is they despise
Theyre dancing with the missing
Theyre dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
Theyre dancing with their fathers
Theyre dancing with their sons
Theyre dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
Its the only form of protest theyre allowed
Ive seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words
theyd go missing too
Another woman on the torture table
what else can they do
Theyre dancing with the missing
Theyre dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
Theyre dancing with their fathers
Theyre dancing with their sons
Theyre dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
One day well dance on their graves
One day well sing our freedom
One day well laugh in our joy
And well dance
One day well dance on their graves
One day well sing our freedom
One day well laugh in our joy
And well dance
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angistia
Danzan con sus padres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas
Hey Mr. Pinochet
Youve sown a bitter crop
Its foreign money that supports you
One day the moneys 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
Theyre dancing with the missing
Theyre dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
Theyre dancing with their fathers
Theyre dancing with their sons
Theyre dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone