Paroles et traduction Pierre Perret - Pépé la jactance

Pépé la jactance

Quand Pépé la jactance
Truand de Gennevilliers
Nous causait d'la vieille France
Nous tous, on en bavait

Il nous disait "les mecs, ouvrez vos escalopes
J'vais vous déculotter un petit coup mes souvenirs
Du temps où j'étais mac, je fumais pas des clopes
On montait sur des coups, sans avoir le tracsir
J'avais des petits sujets un tantinet marioles
Des qui nourrissent un homme, au moins pendant 20 ans
Pour faire des trucs comme ça, faut pas d'crampes aux guiboles
Dans c'métier l'escalier, c'est ce qu'y a d'plus fatiguant"

Quand Pépé la jactance
Truand de Gennevilliers
Nous causait d' la vieille France
Nous tous, on en bavait

Après un beau fric-frac, on cassait la bectance
Sardoche dégoulinante sur du brignole au beurre
Croyez pas pour autant qu'on s'tirait en vacances
À six plombes du matin, on relevait les compteurs
On allait voir nos escaladeuses de braguettes
Marchander le beefsteak avec des petits gourmands
Mais comme c'était pas des futés d'la balayette
Ça prenait cinq minutes, elles passaient au suivant

Quand Pépé la jactance
Truand de Gennevilliers
Nous causait d'la vieille France
Nous tous, on en bavait

Sourdingue autant qu'miro, Paulo, les belles manières
Avait des petits tapins qui fleurissaient partout
Mais comme il avait sa prostate en bandoulière
Chez Rosette et Nina, il allait plus beaucoup
Elles avaient tout un sou d'amour pour sa tirelire
"Prends mon bijou d'famille, Papa, je t'le confie
Moi, le printemps, ça m'fout la praline en délire
Le soissonet rageur, l'abricot en folie"

Quand Pépé la jactance
Truand de Gennevilliers
Nous causait d'la vieille France
Nous tous, on en bavait

Nous étions quatre enfants d'une famille très unie
Ma sœur était putain, mon frère était curé
L'autre était brigadier dans la gendarmerie
Et moi, j'étais hareng boulevard Edgar Quinet
Les flics nous gênaient pas, groupés autour d'un poêle
Dans un commissariat, y becquetaient des petits fours
On savait que c'est pas eux qui viendraient faire du gouale
Là où il faudrait autre chose, ils ont que des yaourts

Quand Pépé la jactance
Truand de Gennevilliers
Nous causait d'la vieille France
Nous tous, on en bavait

Grandpa Boastful

When Grandpa Boastful,
Hoodlum from Gennevilliers,
Told us about the good old days,
We all were drooling, darling.

He'd say, "Listen up, fellas, open your ears,"
"I'm gonna unpack some memories for you, sweet thing."
"Back when I was a pimp, I didn't smoke no cigs,"
"We'd pull off jobs without a single flinch."
"I had some cute little dolls, a bit mischievous,"
"The kind that can keep a man fed for 20 years."
"To do stuff like that, you can't have shaky legs, honey,"
"In this business, the stairs are the most tiring thing."

When Grandpa Boastful,
Hoodlum from Gennevilliers,
Told us about the good old days,
We all were drooling, darling.

"After a good heist, we'd break bread,"
"Dripping sardoche on buttered brignole,"
"Don't think we'd just take off on vacation though,"
"At six in the morning, we were back on the grind, my dear."
"We'd go see our fly-opening climbers,"
"Haggle over the beefsteak with the little sweet tooths,"
"But since they weren't the sharpest tools in the shed,"
"It took five minutes, and they were on to the next."

When Grandpa Boastful,
Hoodlum from Gennevilliers,
Told us about the good old days,
We all were drooling, darling.

"As deaf as he was blind, Paulo, with his fine manners,"
"Had little hookers blossoming everywhere."
"But since his prostate was slung over his shoulder,"
"He didn't visit Rosette and Nina much anymore, dear."
"They had a soft spot for his piggy bank,"
"'Take my family jewels, Daddy, I entrust them to you,'"
"'Me, springtime makes my praline go wild,'"
"'The raging soissonet, the apricot in madness.'"

When Grandpa Boastful,
Hoodlum from Gennevilliers,
Told us about the good old days,
We all were drooling, darling.

"We were four kids from a very close-knit family,"
"My sister was a hooker, my brother was a priest,"
"The other was a sergeant in the gendarmerie,"
"And me, I was a herring seller on Edgar Quinet Boulevard."
"The cops didn't bother us, huddled around a stove,"
"In a police station, nibbling on petit fours,"
"We knew they wouldn't be the ones coming to cause trouble,"
"Where you'd need something else, they only have yogurt."

When Grandpa Boastful,
Hoodlum from Gennevilliers,
Told us about the good old days,
We all were drooling, darling.