Mothers of the Disappeared

Midnight, our sons and daughters

Were cut down and taken from us

Hear their heartbeats

We hear their heartbeats

In the wind, we hear their laughter

In the rain, we see their tears

Hear their heartbeats

We hear their heartbeats

Night hangs like a prisoner

Stretched over black and blue

Hear their heartbeats

We hear their heartbeats

In the trees, our sons stand naked

Through the walls, our daughters cry

See their tears in the rainfall