Paroles et traduction Serge Reggiani - Pericoloso

Pericoloso

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

We were a few accomplices:
Alfredo, and the Germain
Whom his buddies, out of mischief,
Had nicknamed Cousin;
There was the Englishman from Boulogne,
A devotee of the tunnel,
My younger brother from Gascony,
And then me, the intellectual...
We had pulled off
A smashing little heist in Venice;
We hightailed it to Pisa
And we discussed the money...
But up on the tower, what a disaster!
Alfredo leaned over a little too much...
When you're two in the game,
You always end up falling!
It's dangerous, it's dangerous, it's so dangerous!
It's dangerous, it's dangerous to lean out!
In an old pre-war jalopy,
We were sharing the loot;
But the Germain, in a rage,
Insinuated that we were robbing him...
He said something to us in his language
Like "Don't push it!"
Even when you're a little short,
It gives you ideas...
It's dangerous, it's dangerous, it's so dangerous!
It's dangerous, it's dangerous to lean out!
The Englishman and my poor brother
Fell, how clumsy!
From the top of the towers of Nanterre
Onto a bus full of CRS...
In my villa in Marseille,
I'm looking, oh irony,
As I sleep on my money,
For a downfall for my song...
It's dangerous, it's dangerous, it's so dangerous!
It's dangerous, it's dangerous to lean out!
It's dangerous, it's dangerous, it's so dangerous!
It's dangerous, it's dangerous to lean out!