Standard (EADGBE)
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 cant see what it is that they despise.
Chorus
Theyre dancing with the missing, theyre dancing with the dead.
They dance with the invisible ones, their anguish is unsaid.
Theyre dancing with their fathers, theyre dancing with their sons.
Theyre dancing with their husbands, they dance alone.
They dance alone.
Repeat Part two
The only form of protest theyre allowed.
Ive seen their silent faces, they scream so loud.
If they were to speak these words, theyd go missing too.
Another woman on the torture table, what else can they do?
Chorus
Chorus 2
One day well dance on their graves, one day well sing our freedom.
One day well laugh in our joy. And well dance.
One day well dance on their graves, one day well sing our freedom.
One day well laugh in our joy. And well dance.
Hey Mister Pinochet, youve sown a bitter crop.
Its foreign money that supports you, one day the moneys going to stop.
No wages for your tortures, no budget for your guns.
You think of your mother, dancing with her invisible son.
Chorus + Chorus 2
And well dance, and well dance
And well dance, and well dance