Paroles et traduction Serge Reggiani - Pericoloso sporgersi

Pericoloso sporgersi

Nous étions quelques complices:
Alfredo, et le Germain
Que ses copains, par malice,
Avaient surnommé le Cousin;
Y avait l′Anglais de Boulogne,
Un adepte du tunnel,
Mon frère cadet de Gascogne,
Et puis moi, l'intellectuel...
On avait fait à Venise
Un p′tit casse fracassant;
On a filé jusqu'à Pise
Et on a discuté argent...
Mais sur la tour, quelle misère!
Alfredo s'est un peu penché...
Quand on est deux dans l′affaire,
On finit toujours par tomber!
E pericolo, e pericolo, e pericolo si!
E pericolo, e pericoloso sporgersi!
Dans un coucou d′avant-guerre,
On partageait les billets;
Mais le Germain en colère
Insinuait qu'on le volait...
Il nous a dit dans sa langue
Un truc du genre "Faut pas pousser!"
Ca, même quand on en manque,
Ça vous donne des idées...
E pericolo, e pericolo, e pericolo si!
E pericolo, e pericoloso sporgersi!
L′Anglais et mon pauvre frère
Sont tombés, quelle maladresse!
Du haut des tours de Nanterre
Sur un car de C.R.S...
Dans ma villa de Marseille,
Moi, je cherche, O dérision,
En dormant sur mon oseille,
Une chute à ma chanson...
E pericolo, e pericolo, e pericolo si!
E pericolo, e pericoloso sporgersi!
E pericolo, e pericolo, e pericolo si!
E pericolo, e pericoloso sporgersi!

Dangerous to Lean Out

We were a few accomplices:
Alfredo, and Germain
Whose friends, out of mischief,
Had nicknamed "The Cousin";
There was the Englishman from Boulogne,
A tunnel enthusiast,
My younger brother from Gascony,
And then me, the intellectual...
We pulled off a smashing heist in Venice,
A real showstopper;
We fled to Pisa
And argued about the money...
But on the tower, what a misery!
Alfredo leaned out a bit too far...
When there are two in the game,
One always ends up falling!
It's dangerous, oh so dangerous, yes it is!
It's dangerous, dangerous to lean out!
In a pre-war jalopy,
We were splitting the bills;
But Germain, in anger,
Insinuated we were robbing him...
He told us in his own language
Something like "Don't push it!"
That, even when you're lacking,
Gives you ideas...
It's dangerous, oh so dangerous, yes it is!
It's dangerous, dangerous to lean out!
The Englishman and my poor brother
Fell, what clumsiness!
From the top of the Nanterre towers
Onto a C.R.S. bus...
In my villa in Marseille,
I search, oh the irony,
Sleeping on my pile of cash,
For a downfall to fit my song...
It's dangerous, oh so dangerous, yes it is!
It's dangerous, dangerous to lean out!
It's dangerous, oh so dangerous, yes it is!
It's dangerous, dangerous to lean out!