Η ιστορία διαδραματίζεται στη Ρωσία των αρχών του 20ού αιώνα και παρακολουθεί έναν Εβραίο, πιστό στα έθιμα και τις παραδόσεις του λαού του, ο οποίος προσπαθεί να προσαρμοστεί στις αλλαγές που συντελούνται γύρω του.
Στο απόσπασμα που ακολουθεί ο ήρωας περιγράφει τι θα έκανε αν ήταν πλούσιος:
Oh, dear Lord! You made many many poor people
I realize, of course, it’s no shame to be poor
But it’s no great honor either
So, what would have been so terrible
If I had a small fortune?
If I were a rich man
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich
Idle diddle daidle daidle man
I’d build a big, tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine, tin roof with real wooden floors below
There would be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down
And one more leading nowhere, just for show
I’d fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese
And ducks for the town to see and hear
Squawking just as noisily as they can
And each loud -agay and ago and aga and aca-
Will land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say: «Here lives a wealthy man!»
If I were a rich man
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich
Idle diddle daidle daidle man
I’d see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man’s wife
With a proper double-chin
Supervising meals to her heart’s delight
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock
(Oh, what a happy mood she’s in!)
Screaming at her servants day and night
The most important men in town will come to fawn on me
They will ask me to advise them like a Solomon The Wise:
«If you please, Reb Tevye…», «Pardon me, Reb Tevye…»
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi’s eyes
And it won’t make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong
When you're rich, they think you really know
If I were rich, I’d have that time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray
And maybe have a seat by the eastern wall
And I’d discuss the Holy Books with the learned men
Seven hours every day
And that would be the sweetest thing of all
If I were a rich man
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
Lord, who made the lion and the lamb
You decreed I should be what I am
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan
If I were a wealthy man?
I realize, of course, it’s no shame to be poor
But it’s no great honor either
So, what would have been so terrible
If I had a small fortune?
If I were a rich man
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich
Idle diddle daidle daidle man
I’d build a big, tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine, tin roof with real wooden floors below
There would be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down
And one more leading nowhere, just for show
I’d fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese
And ducks for the town to see and hear
Squawking just as noisily as they can
And each loud -agay and ago and aga and aca-
Will land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say: «Here lives a wealthy man!»
If I were a rich man
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich
Idle diddle daidle daidle man
I’d see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man’s wife
With a proper double-chin
Supervising meals to her heart’s delight
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock
(Oh, what a happy mood she’s in!)
Screaming at her servants day and night
The most important men in town will come to fawn on me
They will ask me to advise them like a Solomon The Wise:
«If you please, Reb Tevye…», «Pardon me, Reb Tevye…»
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi’s eyes
And it won’t make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong
When you're rich, they think you really know
If I were rich, I’d have that time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray
And maybe have a seat by the eastern wall
And I’d discuss the Holy Books with the learned men
Seven hours every day
And that would be the sweetest thing of all
If I were a rich man
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
Lord, who made the lion and the lamb
You decreed I should be what I am
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan
If I were a wealthy man?
ΕΡΜΗΝΕΙΑ: Topol
ΤΑΙΝΙΑ: Fiddler on the Roof (1971)
ΤΑΙΝΙΑ: Fiddler on the Roof (1971)
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