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
Thеy're dancing with their husbands
They dancе 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