tradition
#歌词 #听译
A fiddler on the roof?
It sounds crazy you know?
But, here in our little village of Anatevka
you might say that every one of us is a fiddler on the roof,
trying to scratch out a pleasant simple tune,
without breaking his neck.
It isn’t easy.
Well you might ask, if it is so dangerous, why do we stay up there?
We stay because Anatevka is our home.
And how do we keep our balance?
That, I can tell you in one word!
Tradition.
Tradition ~ tradition, tradition ~ tradition ~ tradition ~ tradition
Because of our traditions, we have kept our balance for many many years.
And here in Anatevka, we have traditions for everything.
How to eat, how to sleep, how to wear cloths.
For instance, we always keep our heads covered,
and we always wear a little prayer shawl.
And this shows our constant devotion to God.
You may ask, how did this tradition start?
I will tell you.
I don’t know.
But it is a tradition.
And because of our traditions, everyone here knows who he is
and what God expects him to do.
Who day and night must struggle for a living,
feed up wife and children, say his daily prayers.
And who has the right as master of the house, to have the final word at home.
The papa ~ the papa! Tradition
The papa ~ the papa~ tradition
Who must  know the way to make a proper home, a quiet home, a kosher home.
Who must raise a family and run that home ,so papa’s free to read the Holy book?
The mama ~ the mama! Tradition
The mama ~ the mama tradition
At three I started Hebrew school, at ten I learnt a trade.
I hear they’ve picked a bride for me I hope she’s pretty.
The sons, the sons! Tradition
The sons, the sons! Tradition
And who does mama teach, to mend and tend and fix?
Preparing me to marry whoever papa picks.
The daughters, the daughters~ tradition
The daughters, the daughters~ tradition
<chorus>
Tradition, Tradition
And here in the circle of our little village,
we’ve always had our special times.
For instance, Yente, the matchmaker.
Avram, I have a perfect match for your son. A wonderful girl. Avram,
Who is it?
Ruchel, the shoemaker’s daughter. Ruchel，
Ruchel? but she can hardly see, she’s almost blind. Ruchel？
Tell the truth, is your son so much to look at?
The way she sees and the way he looks, it’s a perfect match!
And Nachum the begger.
Alms for the poor, alms for the poor.
Here, Reb Nachum, is one kopek
One kopek? Last week you give me two kopeks!
I had a bad week
So? If you have a bad week, why should I suffer?
And most important, our beloved rabbi,
Rabbi, may I ask you a question?
Certainly, nice sir.
Is there a proper blessing for the tsar?
A blessing for the tsar.
Of course.
May God bless and keep the tsar, far away from us!
And then, There are the others you know, a village.
And they make a much bigger circle.
His honor the constable, and his honor the priest.
And his honor the bulahbulah.
There are many, many others, but, we don’t bother them.
And so far, they don’t bother us.
And amongst ourselves.
We get along perfectly well.
A, of course, there was a time, when he sold him a horse,
but he delivered a mule.
It was not a mule.
It was a mule.
How many times do I have to tell you.
It’s all settled now, now we live together in simple peace and harmony, of course.
It was a horse.
It was a mule!
Horse! Mule! Horse! Mule!
Tradition! Tradition!
Without our traditions, our lives, it would be as shaky as a fiddler on the roof.