Mothers of the Disappeared



Midnight, our sons and daughters

Were cut down, taken from us

Hear their heartbeat

We hear their heartbeat



In the wind we hear their laughter

In the rain we see their tears

We hear their heartbeat

We hear their heartbeat



Night hangs like a prisoner

Stretched over black and blue

Hear their heartbeat

We hear their heartbeat



In the trees our sons stand naked

Through the walls our daughters cry

See their tears in the rainfall