Lyric They Dance Alone

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