Why are there 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 that they dispise

They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones

Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons

They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They 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 speak these words they'd go missing too

Another woman on a torture table what 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 unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers

They're dancing with 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 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 laugh in our joy
And we'll dance


Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos

Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres

Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas

Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet

You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop

No wages 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
They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers

They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone

They dance alone