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
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
Dancing with their husbands
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
Another woman on the torture table
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their husbands
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Danzan con amores invisibles
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
Can you think of your own mother
Dancing with her invisible son
They dance with the invisible ones
Dancing with their fathers
Dancing with their husbands
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
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) we'll dance