The Dance

We are here we are the magic,
we are the dreams we are the wind blowing at night.
We are here,
but cheers that never with force and power for that aid requests singing and dancing wing light of the moon, in the middle of the forest and between the mist
Serving wing Goddess dressed moon.
to the sonar of the drum we surrounded the fire with the light by the sun finishes the magic,
but it does not finish to the happiness and the dance.