White Stools One Year Old

mauvaise reputation

eavesdropping at home, I found a tape that my father used to put the car when I was little: Paco Ibanez in Olympia (whose songs I knew by heart and sang even then might not understand its meaning). The tape was recorded the English version of a song by French singer Georges Brassens (one of the leading representatives of both the chanson française located and the anarchist of the twentieth century), and I wanted to post the letter in this Entry (Tot i publicar that the original francesa): BAD REPUTATION

  the village, unpretentious 
 I have a bad reputation. 
 Qu'je m'démène qu'je or remains silent 
 I pass' for je ne sais quoi! I 
 does however hurt anyone 
 Following my way little man. Brav's 
 But people do not like 
 It follows a different path, 
 No, these brave people do not like that's 
 It follows a different path, 
 
 Everyone gossiped Me, 
 Except the dumb, it goes without saying. 
 
 Day Bastille Day 
 I remain in my cozy bed. 
 The music marching, 
 This does not concern me. 
 I'm yet to harm anyone, not listening 
 In the bugle sounding. Brav's 
 But people do not like 
 It follows a different path, 
 No, these brave people do not like that's 
 It follows a different path, 
 
 Everyone I pointing 
 Except the penguins, it goes without saying. I reckon 
 
 When an unlucky thief, 
 Pursued by a cul-earth; 
 J'lance leg and why the silence, 
 The cul-earth s'retrouve 
 the ground yet because I do not harm anyone, 
 leaving the robbers run apples. 
 But these brave people do not like that's 
 It follows a different path, 
 No, these brave people do not like that's 
 It follows a different path, 
 
 Everyone rushes on me, 
 Unless the cul-de-bowl, it goes without saying. 
 
 No need to be Jeremiah 
 For Viner fate that I promised 
 trouv'nt If a rope to their liking, 
 They pass me in the neck, I simply 
 yet to harm anyone, 
 By following the paths n'mènent not in Rome's 
 But these brave people do not like 
 It follows a different path, 
 No, these brave people do not like that's 
 It follows qu'eux une autre route, the 
 
 Tout mond 'viendra me voir Pendu, the aveugles 
 sauf, bien entendu  

   Georges Brassens