Para Para

HInoi Team dances, lovely on the stage Spreading the moves, so famous they have made Para Para takes its place in this age Among the great fav’rites, never to fade. Like a bright, rushing stream, the movements go And round the curves of music they bend. As one with the beat, the time seems to slow The song seems forever, sans start or end. While the wind teases the leaves of a tree The lovely blossoms it causes to fall. With effortless rhythm it calls to me, The melody captures us, one and all. Though simple as a child’s favorite game, This dance has taken root, and risen to fame.