Chanson de 1954. <br />Pour Jenny. Merci à elle pour ses corrections sur la traduction. <br /> <br />Tentative de traduction : <br />The folks who give funny looks think the green bench <br />we see on the sidewalks <br />are made for the disabled or the potbellied. <br />But it's nonsense, 'cause in truth, it's well-known, they are here, <br />to welcome the budding romances for a while. <br />The lovers who peck on the public benches, <br />public benches, public benches, <br />don't give a damn of the respectable passer's-by funny looks. <br />The lovers who peck on the public benches, <br />public benches, public benches, <br />tell each other some touching "I love you", <br />with their sweet little mugs! <br />They hold hands, talk about tomorrow, <br />about the azure paper <br />that will cover the walls of their bedroom. <br />They could already see themselves, quietly, she's sewing, he's smoking, in a safe place <br />and choosing the first name of their first baby. <br />The lovers who peck on the public benches, public benches, public benches, <br />don't give a damn of the respectable passer's-by funny looks. <br />The lovers who peck on the public benches, public benches, public benches, <br />tell each other some touching "I love you" <br />with their sweet little mugs! <br />When the what's-its-name holy familly meet two of these uneducated people on their way, <br />they boldly fire them some venomous remarks. <br />Nevertheless, the whole family, the father, the mother, the daughter, the son, the holy spirit <br />from time to time would like to behave like them. <br />The lovers who peck on the public benches, public benches, public benches <br />don't give a damn of the respectable passer's-by funny looks. <br />The lovers who peck on the public benches, public benches, public benches, <br />tell each other some touching "I love you" <br />with their sweet little mugs. <br />When months have passed, when their burning dreams have calmed down. <br />When the sky will be covered with big, heavy clouds. <br />They will realize, being moved, coming upon the streets, on one of those famous benches <br />that they have lived the best part of their love... <br />The lovers who peck on the public benches, public benches, public benches <br />don't give a damn of the respectable passer's-by funny looks. <br />The lovers who peck on the public benches, public benches, public benches, <br />they tell each other some touching "I love you" <br />with their sweet little mugs!
