Los Desaparecidos (the disappeared ones)
Steven Van Zandt (Blue Midnight Music, 1983)

Were you shaken, by the thunder
It will pass with the night
Don't you be frightened my child
Rest your head here awhile
I must tell you about your papa
and the price that he paid
For speaking his heart out one day
They came and took him away

Fighting here is all that remains for us now
We've stopped trying to hide our hatred inside
We're crying out loud
baby we once were so proud
Jesus where are you now

Where have you gone desparecido
I hope someone remembers your name
Where have you gone desaparecido
How can they just turn their backs to our shame
Where have you gone desaparecido
I taste your blood in the roots of this land
Where have you gone desaparecido
Mi querido, only yesterday I held your hand

There's a dark road no one speaks of
But we must live with the truth
It runs from the Plaza De Mayo
To the Rio Sumpul
They say someday, when we die, we'll ride
Wild horses in a world without end
But what do we do until then

Standing here and staring straight into the lies
They can steal all we have
But never can they steal the hope from our eyes
Baby our heart must survive
How many times must we die

Where have you gone desaparecido
I see your face in every grain of sand
Where have you gone desaparecido
Mi querido, only yesterday I held your hand