In the heart of the village, where the bonfires blaze,
Feet tap the rhythm of ancient days,
Hands join in circles, spirits intertwine,
Folk dance, a story told in time.

Laughter echoes through the night,
Under the moon’s gentle light,
Garments swirl in vibrant hues,
Each step a memory, each twirl a muse.

Generations gather, young and old,
In this dance, stories are retold,
Tradition alive in every beat,
Hearts and souls in harmony meet.

From dusk till dawn, the dance endures,
A celebration of culture, strong and pure,
In every movement, a legacy lives,
The folk dance, a gift that tradition gives.