In the moonlit night, shadows weave and twirl,
Feet pounding earth, the rhythm unfurls.
Hands clasped tight, in a circle we stand,
Movements in sync, a story so grand.

Draped in colors, vibrant and bright,
Tradition’s heartbeat, alive in the night.
Every step, a tale from the past,
Echoes of ancestors, in dance they last.

The fiddle sings, the drum beats strong,
Voices rise in an ancient song.
Unity found in the dance of the folk,
A tapestry of life, with every stroke.

As dawn approaches, the dance slows down,
Weariness fades with the first light of town.
Yet in our hearts, the dance will remain,
A timeless tradition, through joy and pain.