Why are these women here dancing on their own? Can't you see the sadness in their eyes? Why are these soldiers here, faces fixed like stone? I can't see what it is that they despise They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Whose anguish goes unsaid Dancing with their fathers Dancing with their sons They're dancing with their husbands They dance alone They dance alone It's the only form of protest they are allowed See 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 she do They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Whose anguish goes unsaid Dancing with their fathers They're dancing with their sons Dancing with their husbands They dance alone They dance alone They say, one day we'll dance on their graves One day we'll sing our freedom One day we'll laugh in our joy When we dance 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 more money for your torturers No bullets for your guns Just think of your own dear mother Dancing with her invisible son They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Whose anguish goes unsaid Dancing with their fathers They're dancing with their sons Dancing with their husbands They dance alone Oh, they dance alone They say, one day we'll dance on their graves One day we'll sing our freedom One day we'll laugh in our joy When we dance When we dance