Spain & France
La mala reputación (1952)
En mi pueblo sin pretensión,
tengo mala reputación.
Haga lo que haga es igual,
todo lo consideran mal.
Yo no pienso, pues, hacer ningún daño,
queriendo vivir fuera del rebaño.
No, a la gente no gusta que
uno tenga su propia fe.
No, a la gente no gusta que
uno tenga su propia fe.
Todos, todos, me miran mal,
salvo los ciegos, es natural.
Cuando la fiesta nacional
yo me quedo en la cama igual,
que la música militar
nunca me supo levantar.
En el mundo, pues, no hay mayor pecado,
que el de no seguir al abanderado.
No, a la gente no gusta que
uno tenga su propia fe.
No, a la gente no gusta que
uno tenga su propia fe.
Todos me muestran con el dedo,
salvo los mancos, quiero y no puedo.
Si en la calle corre un ladrón,
y a la zaga va un ricachón,
zancadilla pongo al señor,
y aplastado el perseguidor.
Esto sí que sí, que será una lata,
siempre tengo yo que meter la pata.
No, a la gente no gusta que
uno tenga su propia fe.
No, a la gente no gusta que
uno tenga su propia fe.
todos tras de mí a correr,
salvo a los cojos, es de creer.
No hace falta saber latín,
yo ya sé cuál será mi fin,
en el pueblo se empieza a oir
muerte, muerte al villano vil.
Yo no pienso pues armar ningún lio,
con que no va a Roma el camino mío.
No, a la gente no gusta que
uno tenga su propia fe.
No, a la gente no gusta que
uno tenga su propia fe.
Todos, todos me miran mal,
salvo los ciegos, es natural.
Georges Brassens - La mauvaise réputation (1952)
LA MAUVAISE REPUTATION (1952)
Au village, sans prétention,
J'ai mauvaise réputation.
Qu'je m'démène ou qu'je reste coi
Je pass' pour un je-ne-sais-quoi!
Je ne fait pourtant de tort à personne
En suivant mon chemin de petit bonhomme.
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
Non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
Tout le monde médit de moi,
Sauf les muets, ça va de soi.
Le jour du Quatorze Juillet
Je reste dans mon lit douillet.
La musique qui marche au pas,
Cela ne me regarde pas.
Je ne fais pourtant de tort à personne,
En n'écoutant pas le clairon qui sonne.
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
Non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
Tout le monde me montre au doigt
Sauf les manchots, ça va de soi.
Quand j'croise un voleur malchanceux,
Poursuivi par un cul-terreux;
J'lance la patte et pourquoi le taire,
Le cul-terreux s'retrouv' par terre
Je ne fait pourtant de tort à personne,
En laissant courir les voleurs de pommes.
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
Non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
Tout le monde se rue sur moi,
Sauf les culs-de-jatte, ça va de soi.
Pas besoin d'être Jérémie,
Pour d'viner l'sort qui m'est promis,
S'ils trouv'nt une corde à leur goût,
Ils me la passeront au cou,
Je ne fait pourtant de tort à personne,
En suivant les ch'mins qui n'mènent pas à Rome,
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
Non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
Tout l'mond' viendra me voir pendu,
Sauf les aveugles, bien entendu.
Bad Reputation
In the village, without pretension,I have a bad reputation
Whether I make an effort or whether I stay quiet
I am regarded as an I don't know what!
Yet I don't do harm to anyone
By going on my own sweet way
But these good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
No, the good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
Everyone speaks ill of me,
Except for the dumbs, that goes without saying
The day of the 14th of July
I stay in my cosy bed
The marching music
Doesn't concern me
Yet I don't do harm to anyone
By not listening to the bugle that sounds
But these good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
No, the good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
Everyone points at me
Except for those without arms, that goes without saying
When I run into an unlucky thief,
Chased by cultural chap
I stick out my foot and why keep it quiet,
The cultural chap finds himself on the ground
Yet I don't do harm to anyone
By letting apple thieves have a run
But these good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
No, the good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them.
Everyone pounces on me
Except for those without legs, that goes without saying
No need to be a Jeremiah
To guess the fate that awaits me
If they find a rope to their liking
They will put it around my neck
Yet I don't do harm to anyone
By following the paths that don't lead to Rome
But these good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
No the good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them.
Everyone will come to see me hanged
Except for the blind, of course.
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Bad Reputation
In the village, without pretension,I have a bad reputation
Whether I make an effort or whether I stay quiet
I am regarded as an I don't know what!
Yet I don't do harm to anyone
By going on my own sweet way
But these good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
No, the good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
Everyone speaks ill of me,
Except for the dumbs, that goes without saying
The day of the 14th of July
I stay in my cosy bed
The marching music
Doesn't concern me
Yet I don't do harm to anyone
By not listening to the bugle that sounds
But these good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
No, the good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
Everyone points at me
Except for those without arms, that goes without saying
When I run into an unlucky thief,
Chased by cultural chap
I stick out my foot and why keep it quiet,
The cultural chap finds himself on the ground
Yet I don't do harm to anyone
By letting apple thieves have a run
But these good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
No, the good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them.
Everyone pounces on me
Except for those without legs, that goes without saying
No need to be a Jeremiah
To guess the fate that awaits me
If they find a rope to their liking
They will put it around my neck
Yet I don't do harm to anyone
By following the paths that don't lead to Rome
But these good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them
No the good folks don't like that
You follow another way than them.
Everyone will come to see me hanged
Except for the blind, of course.
Read more at http://lyricstranslate.com/en/la-mauvaise-r%C3%A9putation-bad-reputation.html#v5OwDrDiD8WYEtdq.99
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