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