Quick DIY translation of Brassens' "mauvaise réputation"

bad_reputation.txt

In my humble village,
I have a bad reputation.
Whether I try to argue or remain silent,
I pass for a good-for-nothing.
Yet I'm not hurting anyone,
By following my own unpretentious path.

(Chorus)
But the good people don't like it,
When we follow a path different from theirs!
But the good people don't like it,
When we follow a path different from theirs!

Everybody bad-mouthes me.
(Except, obviously, the mutes)

On Bastille day,
I prefer staying in my cozy bed.
When music marches in step,
I am just not interested.
Yet I'm not doing anyone wrong,
By not listening to the bugle call.

(Chorus)
But the good people don't like it,
When we follow a path different from theirs!
x2

Everybody points a finger at me.
(Except, obviously, the arm amputees)

When I run into an unlucky thief,
Chased by a peasant,
I trip the peasant up, no shame about it,
And the idiot falls flat on his face.
Yet I'm not hurting anyone,
By letting the apple thieves run away.

(Chorus)
But the good people don't like it,
When we follow a path different from theirs!
x2

Everybody's running to lynch me.
(Except, obviously, the leg amputees)

No need to be Prophet Jeremiah
To know the fate that awaits me.
Once they find a rope to their taste,
They'll put it around my neck.
Yet I'm not hurting anyone,
By following the paths that do not lead to Rome.

(Chorus)
But the good people don't like it,
When we follow a path different from theirs!
x2

Everybody will be watching my hanging.
(Except, obviously, the blinds)