Paroles et traduction Serge Gainsbourg - Douze belles dans la peau

Douze belles dans la peau

Un, deux, trois, quart, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix, onze, douze,
Quand t'auras douze belles dans la
Peau, deux duchesses et dix dactylos
Qu'est ce que t'auras de plus sinon, sinon qu'un peu de plombs
Un peu de plombs dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle
Quand t'auras claqué ton grizzby
Dans toutes les boites à coup de fusil
Tu ne seras jamais qu'un pigeon avec un peu de plombs
Un peu de plombs dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle
Quand dans le feu de la passion, aux echelles des bas nylons,
Tu grimperas tu grimperas après qu'est ce que t'auras?
T'auras du plombs dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle
Quand t'auras aimer à tout vent,
Et que tes poules n'auront plus de dents
Pour te bouffer l'coeur dans la main, he ben mon gros malin
T'auras du plombs dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle
Et quand t'auras passé ta vie, derrière les barreaux de ton lit,
Tu diras que tu t'en ais payé et oui et puis après
T'auras du plombs dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle
Mais p't être bien qu'tu ne feras pas de vieux os,
Avec tes douze belles dans la peau,
Tu tomberas un jour sur un gars, un gars qui t'enverra
Du plomb dans la cervelle et il t' poussera des ailes
One, two, three, fourth, five, six,
Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
When t'auras twelve beautiful in
The skin, two duchesses and ten typists
What is more t'auras otherwise, if a little shot
A little shot in the wing, nor in the brain
When your t'auras slammed grizzby
In all boxes shot
Thou shalt not ever will be a pigeon with a little shot
A little shot in the wing, nor in the brain
When in the heat of passion, the scale of nylons,
You grimperas you grimperas after t'auras What?
T'auras shot in the wing, nor in the brain
When t'auras love at any wind,
And that your chickens will have more teeth
For you eat the heart in hand, he ben my big smart
T'auras shot in the wing, nor in the brain
And when t'auras spent your life behind bars on your bed,
You say that you worry ais paid and yes and then
T'auras shot in the wing, nor in the brain
But p't be well qu'tu does not do old bones,
With your twelve beautiful in the skin,
You tomberas a day on a guy, a guy who you will
From lead in the brain and it does' grow wings

Twelve Beauties in the Skin

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
When you'll have twelve beauties in the
Skin, two duchesses and ten typists
What will you have more, if not a little lead
A little lead in the wing, no more in the brain
When you'll have slammed your grizzby
In all boxes with a shot
You'll never be but a pigeon with a little lead
A little lead in the wing, no more in the brain
When in the heat of passion, on the scale of nylon stockings,
You'll climb, you'll climb, after that what will you have?
You'll have lead in the wing, no more in the brain
When you'll have loved at any wind,
And that your chickens will have no more teeth
To eat your heart in the hand, hey my big smart
You'll have lead in the wing, no more in the brain
And when you'll have spent your life, behind the bars of your bed,
You'll say that you've paid for it, yes, and then
You'll have lead in the wing, no more in the brain
But maybe you'll not make old bones,
With your twelve beauties in the skin,
You'll fall one day upon a guy, a guy who'll send you
Lead in the brain, and he'll grow you wings
One, two, three, fourth, five, six,
Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
When you'll have twelve beautiful in
The skin, two duchesses and ten typists
What is more you'll have otherwise, if a little shot
A little shot in the wing, nor in the brain
When your you'll have slammed grizzby
In all boxes shot
Thou shalt not ever will be a pigeon with a little shot
A little shot in the wing, nor in the brain
When in the heat of passion, the scale of nylons,
You grimperas you grimperas after you'll have What?
You'll have shot in the wing, nor in the brain
When you'll have love at any wind,
And that your chickens will have more teeth
For you eat the heart in hand, he ben my big smart
You'll have shot in the wing, nor in the brain
And when you'll have spent your life behind bars on your bed,
You say that you worry ais paid and yes and then
You'll have shot in the wing, nor in the brain
But p't be well qu'tu does not do old bones,
With your twelve beautiful in the skin,
You tomberas a day on a guy, a guy who you will
From lead in the brain and it does' grow wings