A Amaj7 F#m Why are these women here, dancing on their own. B E Why is there this sadness in their eyes? A Amaj7 F#m Why are the soldiers here, their faces fixed like stone? B E I can’t see what it is that they despise. Chorus: F#m A They’re dancing with the missing, F#m A they’re dancing with the dead. F#m A They dance with the invisible ones, F#m A their anguish is unsaid. G D They’re dancing with their fathers, G D they’re dancing with their sons. E Dm6 They’re dancing with their husbands, E Dm6 they dance alone. E 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? Chorus A D One day we’ll dance on their graves, Bm F#m one day we’ll sing our freedom. A D Bm F#m One day we’ll laugh in our joy. And we’ll dance. A D One day we’ll dance on their graves, Bm F#m one day we’ll sing our freedom. A D Bm F#m One day we’ll laugh in our joy. And we’ll dance. 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 Amaj7 F#m And we’ll dance, and we’ll dance Bm A And we’ll dance, and we’ll dance | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am Amaj7 D Dm Dm6 E F#m G B Bm |