Beneath the golden sun, our stories flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains high they go.
Ancestral whispers in the evening breeze,
Singing of cultures carried by the seas.

In dances woven with the threads of time,
We find our roots in every ancient rhyme.
The drums resound with echoes of the past,
In every beat, our heritage will last.

Colors of tradition in every hand,
Painted with love on this sacred land.
From generation to generation shared,
A legacy of culture always cared.

Through tongues that speak of old and new,
We cherish all the customs that we knew.
Our culture, a tapestry of endless grace,
A timeless bond no change can ever erase.