In the heart where stories are born,
My culture whispers through the night,
Echoes of ancestors, never forlorn,
Guiding us with their eternal light.

Colors and sounds blend in a dance,
Festivals that celebrate life’s grace,
Each custom, a beautiful trance,
Binding us to our ancient embrace.

Language flows like a river’s song,
Words that carry history’s weight,
In tales where we all belong,
Narratives that time cannot abate.

Through rituals old and wisdom deep,
My culture lives, it breathes, it sings,
A legacy we vow to keep,
In the heart, where tradition clings.