In the heart of the village square,
Where the fire’s glow meets the night’s air,
Old songs rise with every beat,
Ancient rhythms guide our feet.

Hands entwined, we move as one,
Underneath the setting sun,
Stories passed through dance and song,
A tradition that keeps us strong.

Footsteps echo memories past,
Through the ages they will last,
Each twirl and leap, a tale retold,
Of cultures rich and spirits bold.

With every spin, we touch the sky,
Our souls in harmony, flying high,
In this dance, we find our place,
A timeless bond, a shared embrace.