Madres de plaza de Mayo
Why are these women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers hereTheir 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
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll danceOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joyAnd we'll dance