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Why are these women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers
faces stone?
I can't see what it is they despise
They're with the missing
They're the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're with their husbands
They alone
alone
It's the only form of protest they're
I've seen their faces scream so loud
If they to speak these words
they'd go too
Another on the torture table
what else can do
They're dancing with the
They're with the dead
They with the invisible ones
anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing their sons
They're with their husbands
They 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
Ellas danzan con los
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa
Danzan con sus padres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas
Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've a bitter crop
It's foreign money supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for guns
Can you think of own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing their fathers
They're with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers
faces stone?
I can't see what it is they despise
They're with the missing
They're the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're with their husbands
They alone
alone
It's the only form of protest they're
I've seen their faces scream so loud
If they to speak these words
they'd go too
Another on the torture table
what else can do
They're dancing with the
They're with the dead
They with the invisible ones
anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing their sons
They're with their husbands
They 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
Ellas danzan con los
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa
Danzan con sus padres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas
Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've a bitter crop
It's foreign money supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for guns
Can you think of own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing their fathers
They're with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
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