Beneath the moonlit skies, they gather close,
In fields where ancient whispers softly sway,
The dance begins, each step a sacred prose,
As history and present blend in play.

Their feet, like leaves, on earth they softly tread,
In circles wide, they weave a timeless song,
With every twirl, traditions are not dead,
But live within the hearts where they belong.

Their garments bright, with colors wild and free,
Reflect the tales of days long past and gone,
Each movement tells a story, like the sea,
Eternal waves that carry life along.

So let us join this dance of yesteryears,
And feel the pulse of ages in our veins,
For in each step, we conquer all our fears,
And find our place in folk dance’s refrains.