TRADITION!

 A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no? But in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof, trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. And how do we keep our balance?

That I can tell you in one word….

TRADITION!

Who day and night must scramble for a living,

Feed the 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 PAPAS! The Papa!

 THE PAPAS! The Papa!

TRADITION!