The night filled with old magic,
The air fulled with it so quick.
The fire burns with great brightness,
Lighting the night's darkness.
The fiddles and durms play their song.
Prepare to dance all night long.
Hearing their clothes blow through the winds.
Watching the skirts move like whirlwinds.
The laughs, the cheers with each movement,
Making an unforgetable moment.
The magic fills their spirits.
Making them shine brighter than comets.
Dancing in circles,
The gold coins that hang from them sparkles.
With each flicker of the flames, brings more joy,
In the soul of every girl and boy.
Each step with each beat.
May the old magic and their souls meet.
They let the magic follow them,
For no land claims them.
They dance to show their freedom.
They jump in the air to show no ground will hold them.
The flutes flutter with each leap,
As the durms' beat ques each leap,
As they dance, gold coins click together in