VERSE 1 (She) I danced alone beneath the moon, my shadow spinning wide, The tamburello called to me, a rhythm deep inside. Each step a breath, each turn a flame, the night began to sing, And through the crowd I saw your smile — a gentle, glowing wing. VERSE 1 (He) I heard the beat, I saw the light, your feet like falling rain, The Pizzica was in your soul, it pulled me through the pain. I reached for you, you turned to me, the circle opened wide, And in that space, the world grew still — just you and I inside. CHORUS (Together) Dance with me, sotto le stelle, Let the rhythm heal. Clap and turn, feel the fire, Let your spirit kneel. Dance with me, sotto le stelle, Let the old songs rise— In the Pizzica’s embrace, We find our ancient ties. VERSE 2 (She) They say the dance can cure the ache, can lift the heavy heart, And every twirl we take tonight becomes a healing art. Your hand in mine, your breath in time, the music never ends, The Pizzica is not just steps — it’s how the soul mends friends. VERSE 2 (He) The elders sing, the children clap, the circle grows and grows, And in your eyes I see the flame that every dancer knows. We leap, we spin, we laugh again, the past becomes the now, The Pizzica remembers us — and teaches us just how. CHORUS (Together) Dance with me, sotto le stelle, Let the rhythm heal. Clap and turn, feel the fire, Let your spirit kneel. Dance with me, sotto le stelle, Let the old songs rise— In the Pizzica’s embrace, We find our ancient ties. BRIDGE (Together) Left foot, right foot, stamp the ground, Tamburello rings. Circle wide, then draw in close, See what healing brings. FINAL CHORUS (Together) Dance with me, sotto le stelle, Let the rhythm heal. Clap and turn, feel the fire, Let your spirit kneel. Dance with me, sotto le stelle, Let the old songs rise— In the Pizzica’s embrace, We find our ancient ties.
