Through the echoes of time, we hear the whispers,
Ancestral voices guiding us, unseen,
In the fabric of our culture, we find ourselves,
Threads of history woven in our being.

In every song and dance, a story unfolds,
A dance of spirits, a chorus of old,
With each tradition, a part of us revealed,
In the heart of our culture, our identity sealed.

Colors of the past paint the present bright,
A blend of memories in the day and night,
We walk paths carved by those before,
In their footsteps, we are ever more.

Our roots run deep, our branches wide,
In the embrace of heritage, we take pride,
United by the past, we stand tall,
In the culture and identity, we find it all.