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 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 the 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 angistia
 Danzan con sus padres
 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
 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