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