Mothers Of The Disappeared
Midnight, our sons and daughtersWere cut down and taken from usHear their heartbeatWe hear their heartbeat
In the wind we hear their laughterIn the rain we see their tearsHear their heartbeatWe hear their heartbeat
Night hangs like a prisonerStretched over black and blueHear their heartbeatsWe hear their heartbeats
In the trees our sons stand nakedThrough the walls our daughter crySee their tears in the rainfall