Completely current (here):In the village, without pretension,
I have a bad reputation;
Whether I struggle or stay quiet,
I come across as something I don’t know what.
However, I do not harm anyone,
By following my path as a little man;
But good people don't like that
We follow a different route from them…
No, good people don't like that
We follow a different route from them…
Everyone slanders me,
Except the mute ones, that goes without saying.
On the day of July fourteenth,
I stay in my cozy bed;
The music that marches in step,
This does not concern me.
However, I do not harm anyone,
By not listening to the bugle that sounds;
But good people don't like that
We follow a different route from them…
No, good people don't like that
We follow a different route from them…
Everyone points at me,
Except the penguins, that goes without saying.
When I come across an unlucky thief,
Chased by an asshole;
I throw the paw and why keep quiet,
The deadbeat found himself on the ground.
However, I do not harm anyone,
By letting the apple thieves run;
But good people don't like that
We follow a different route from them…
No, good people don't like that
We follow a different route from them…
Everyone rushed at me,
Except for the ass-d’jatt’, that goes without saying.
No need to be Jérémi’,
To guess the fate that is promised to me:
If they find a chord to their liking,
They will put it around my neck.
However, I do not harm anyone,
By following the paths that do not lead to Rome;
But good people don't like that
We follow a different route from them…
No, the good people don’t like that
We follow a different route from them…
Everyone will come to see me hanged,
Except the blind, of course.