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Why are these women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the here
Their fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is they despise
They're dancing with the
They're dancing the dead
They the invisible ones
anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their
They're dancing with their husbands
They alone
They dance alone
It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words
they'd go missing too
Another woman on the torture table
what can they do
They're dancing with the
They're dancing with the dead
They dance the invisible
Their is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
One day we'll dance on graves
One day we'll sing our
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll
One day we'll dance on graves
One day we'll sing our
One day we'll in our joy
And we'll dance
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa
Danzan con sus padres
Danzan con sus hijos
con sus esposos
solas
Danzan solas
Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's money that you
One day the money's going to
No for your
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is
They're dancing with their
They're dancing with their
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the here
Their fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is they despise
They're dancing with the
They're dancing the dead
They the invisible ones
anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their
They're dancing with their husbands
They alone
They dance alone
It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words
they'd go missing too
Another woman on the torture table
what can they do
They're dancing with the
They're dancing with the dead
They dance the invisible
Their is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
One day we'll dance on graves
One day we'll sing our
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll
One day we'll dance on graves
One day we'll sing our
One day we'll in our joy
And we'll dance
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa
Danzan con sus padres
Danzan con sus hijos
con sus esposos
solas
Danzan solas
Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's money that you
One day the money's going to
No for your
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is
They're dancing with their
They're dancing with their
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
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