Underfed overworked Anatevka
Where else could sabbath be so sweet?
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
I belong in Anatevka
Dear little village little town of mine
[Thanks to firstname.lastname@example.org for lyrics]
Last Update:June, 10th 2013