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