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
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
Dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
The only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces, they scream so loud
If they were to speak these words
They'd go missing, too
Another woman on the torture table
What else can they do?
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
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
Danzan con los muertos
Danzan con amores invisibles
Con silenciosa angistia
Danzan con sus padres
Con sus hijos
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
Dancing with her invisible son
Dancing with the missing
Dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
Dancing with their fathers
Dancing with their sons
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
And we'll dance
(And we'll dance) we'll dance
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
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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
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
Dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
The only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces, they scream so loud
If they were to speak these words
They'd go missing, too
Another woman on the torture table
What else can they do?
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
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
Danzan con los muertos
Danzan con amores invisibles
Con silenciosa angistia
Danzan con sus padres
Con sus hijos
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
Dancing with her invisible son
Dancing with the missing
Dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
Dancing with their fathers
Dancing with their sons
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
And we'll dance
(And we'll dance) we'll dance
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
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
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
Dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
The only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces, they scream so loud
If they were to speak these words
They'd go missing, too
Another woman on the torture table
What else can they do?
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
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
Danzan con los muertos
Danzan con amores invisibles
Con silenciosa angistia
Danzan con sus padres
Con sus hijos
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
Dancing with her invisible son
Dancing with the missing
Dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
Dancing with their fathers
Dancing with their sons
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
And we'll dance
(And we'll dance) we'll dance
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
(And we'll dance)
Writer: Gordon Sumner
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group