La Mauvaise Réputation

In the village, without pretension
I have a bad reputation
Whether I struggle or remain silent
I am seen as a nobody!
I don't harm anyone
By following my little man's path
But good people don't like
When one follows a different road than theirs

No, good people don't like
When one follows a different road than theirs
Everyone gossips about me
Except the mute, of course
On July fourteenth
I stay in my cozy bed
The music that marches in step
That's none of my business

I still don't harm anyone
By not listening to the bugle that sounds
But good people don't like
When one follows a different road than theirs
No, good people don't like
When one follows a different road than theirs
Everyone points fingers at me
Except the armless, of course
When I come across an unlucky thief
Chased by a country bumpkin

I trip him up and why hide it
The country bumpkin ends up on the ground
I still don't harm anyone
By letting the apple thieves run
But good people don't like
When one follows a different road than theirs
No, good people don't like
When one follows a different road than theirs
Everyone rushes at me
Except the legless, of course
No need to be a prophet
To guess the fate that awaits me
If they find a rope to their liking
They'll put it around my neck

I still don't harm anyone
By following paths that don't lead to Rome
But good people don't like
When one follows a different road than theirs
No, good people don't like
When one follows a different road than theirs
Everyone will come to see me hanged
Except the blind, of course