Letra da Música: Anatevka - Z-Ro

A Little Bit of This, a Little Bit of That.
A Pot, a Pan, a Broom, a Hat.

Someone Should Have Set a Match to This Place Years Ago.
A Bench, a Tree.
So, What's a Stove? Or a House?
People Who Pass Through Anatevka Don't Even Know They've Been Here.
A Stick of Wood. a 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.