I remember all the concerts done and songs written in support of Chile. I remember when Sinéad O’Connor performed there. I just find it so sad and senseless that the country is sliding this way again.
[Verse 1]
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 despise
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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?
[Chorus]
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
[Post-Chorus]
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
[Spoken: Rubén Blades]
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Danzan con los muertos
Danzan con amores invisibles
Con silenciosa angustia, danzan con sus padres
Con sus hijos, danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas, danzan solas
[Verse 3]
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
Dancing with her invisible son
[Chorus]
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
[Post-Chorus]
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
[Outro]
And we’ll dance…
And we’ll dance…
And we’ll dance…
Sorry to post the whole song
I remember all the concerts done and songs written in support of Chile. I remember when Sinéad O’Connor performed there. I just find it so sad and senseless that the country is sliding this way again.
[Verse 1] 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 despise
[Chorus] 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
[Verse 2] 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?
[Chorus] 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
[Post-Chorus] 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
[Spoken: Rubén Blades] Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos Danzan con los muertos Danzan con amores invisibles Con silenciosa angustia, danzan con sus padres Con sus hijos, danzan con sus esposos Ellas danzan solas, danzan solas
[Verse 3] 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 Dancing with her invisible son
[Chorus] 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
[Post-Chorus] 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
[Outro] And we’ll dance… And we’ll dance… And we’ll dance…