Les Bancs Publics (Reprise Brassens Cover with english translation)

Chanson de 1954.
Pour Jenny. Merci à elle pour ses corrections sur la traduction.

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