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