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Ven ikh bin a rotshild

Artist: Jerry Bock
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Transliteration

ven ikh bin a rotshild deydl didl deydl dige dige didl deydl dam gantse teg volt ikh zikh bidi bam ven ikh bin a raykher man. hant in kaltn vaser nit arayngeton un dige dige didl deydl dam kh'volt gehat a daydl, baytl gelt un geven a zeydl eydl man. un kh'volt mir oyfgeboyt a hoyz vi a palats davke in mitn fun der shtot, a sheynem dakh, un a koymen vos blozt a roykh, a lange trep fun holts vet loyfn aroyf, a tsveyte, nokh lenger, loyft arop, a drite loyft, ikh veys nokh nit vi hoykh. un s'vet mayn hoyf zayn ful mit katshkes un gendz di sonim, azh platsn zoln zey, fun dem kreyen vern di oyern mid. un yeder kvak un knak un gapl un bak, dos heyst: "yidn, ikh hob geleygt an ey!" un s'heyst nokh, az do voynt a raykher yid. ven ikh bin a rotshild deydl didl deydl dige dige didl deydl dam gantse teg volt ikh zikh bidi bam ven ikh bin a raykher man. hant in kaltn vaser nit arayngeton un dige dige didl deydl dam kh'volt gehat a daydl, baytl gelt un geven a zeydl eydl man. ot iz mayn vayb, mayn golde, zet shoyn oys a gvirte, geyt mit a goyder, mit a boykh, makht a tsimes, stam in a prostn tog, zi visht dem shveys, un zi blozt zikh, geyt shoyn vi a pave, un es geyt fun ir a roykh, khapn ale dinstn bald a yog. un yeder gvir in shtot, vet kumen tsu, un fregn mikh — punkt vi bay shloymen hameylekh — git an eytse mir, ikh bet! kratst di bord reb tevie, zogt a vort reb tevie, oyf di shayles oykh der rov di peyes dreyt. s'iz far zey keyn shum nafkemine tsi mayn entfer hot a tam — ver s'iz raykh farshteyt khazones oykh! ven ikh bin raykh, hob ikh zikh tsayt un ikh gey dray mol a tog in shul arayn, un ikh koyf mir a shtot bay der mizrekh vant. un kh'lern shas un poskim mit di frume yidn, gotenyu, ven vet dos zayn? efsher nor in undzer heylik land? ven ikh bin a rotshild deydl didl deydl dige dige didl deydl dam gantse teg volt ikh zikh bidi bam ven ikh bin a raykher man. hant in kaltn vaser nit arayngeton un dige dige didl deydl dam got vos varft fun himl undz dem man er bashlist: ikh blayb an oreman, vos volt shoyn geshtert bay dir dem plan — ven ikh bin a raykher man?

Translation

If I was a Rotshild, Deydl didl deydl Dige dige didl deydl dam Whole days I would bidi bam If I was a rich man. I would not Lift a finger and Dige dige didl deydl dam I would have a purse full of money And would be a noble man. And I would built myself a house like a palace Just in the middle of the town, A lovely roof, and a chimney blowing smoke, A long wooden stair going up, Another, still longer, going down, A third one going, I still don't know how high. And my yard will be full of ducks and geese May it make my enemies blast! The ears will tire from the rooster singing. And each quack and knack and gapl and bak, Will mean "men, I've laid an egg!" And also means that here lives a wealthy man. If I was a Rotshild, Deydl didl deydl Dige dige didl deydl dam Whole days I would bidi bam If I was a rich man. I would not Lift a finger and Dige dige didl deydl dam I would have a purse full of money And would be a noble man. Here is my wife, my Golde, she looks like a wealthy woman, With a double chin, with a big belly, She makes a fuss, even in ordinary days, She wipes the sweat, and gloats, walks like a peacock, And as she gets fuming, All the maids get a telling-off. And each rich men in town will come and ask me — Exactly as they would King Solomon — give me some advice, please, Scratch the beard Mr Tevye, say a word Mr Tevye Upon questions which make even the rabbi twiddle his payes. It makes for them no difference If my answer makes sense — Whoever is rich also know the singings! If I were a rich man I would have time enough and I would go Three times a day to the synagogue, And I would buy a seat by the eastern wall. And I would learn Talmud and the commentaries with the pious Jews Dear god when will that come? Maybe only in our holy land? If I was a Rotshild, Deydl didl deydl Dige dige didl deydl dam Whole days I would bidi bam If I was a rich man. I would not Lift a finger and Dige dige didl deydl dam God who sent us manna from the skies He decides: I stay a poor man, How would it hinder your plan — If I was a wealthy man?