Danse de rue (Slow version)

[Verse] In the heart of old Paris, where the Seine flows free, A discipline was born, of grace and mastery. With feet like lightning, and fists of steel, Savatte's the art, that makes your spirit feel. [Chorus] Savatte, oh Savatte, dance of strength and speed, Elegance in motion, the warrior's creed. From the streets of France, to the world's grand stage, Savatte, oh Savatte, it's the fighter's rage. [Verse] In the ring they battle, with honor and pride, Each move calculated, no place to hide. With kicks so precise, and punches so true, Savatte is the way, for the brave and the few. [Chorus] Savatte, oh Savatte, dance of strength and speed, Elegance in motion, the warrior's creed. From the streets of France, to the world's grand stage, Savatte, oh Savatte, it's the fighter's rage. [Bridge] In the eyes of a fighter, you see the fire burn, Through the sweat and the struggle, every lesson learned. With the heart of a lion, and the grace of a dove, Savatte's more than a sport, it's a labor of love. [Chorus] Savatte, oh Savatte, dance of strength and speed, Elegance in motion, the warrior's creed. From the streets of France, to the world's grand stage, Savatte, oh Savatte, it's the fighter's rage. [Outro] So raise your hands high, for the art we revere, With each kick and punch, our spirit’s clear. Savatte, oh Savatte, a true martial art, A timeless tradition, in every fighter's heart.