little bit of this, a little bit of that
pot, a pan, a broom, a hat

Someone should have set a match to this place years ago
bench, a tree
So, what's a stove? Or a house?
People who pass through Anatevka don't even know they've been here
stick of wood piece of cloth

What do we leave? Nothing much
Only Anatevka

Anatevka, Anatevka
Underfed, overworked Anatevka
Where else could Sabbath be so sweet?
Anatevka, Anatevka
Intimate, obstinate Anatevka,
Where I know everyone I meet

Soon I'll be a stranger in a strange new place,
Searching for an old familiar face
From Anatevka

I belong in Anatevka,
Tumble-down, work-a-day Anatevka
Dear little village, little town of mine