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