Paroles et traduction Serge Gainsbourg - Douze belles dans la peau - Demo For Signature

Douze belles dans la peau - Demo For Signature

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 Under the Skin - Demo for Signature

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
When you've had twelve beauties under your
Skin, two duchesses and ten typists
What more will you have if not a little lead
A little lead in your wing, not more in your brain
When you've slammed your grizzby
In all the boxes with a gunshot
You'll never be anything more than a pigeon with a little lead
A little lead in your wing, not more in your brain
When in the heat of passion, on the ladder of nylons,
You'll climb, you'll climb, after what will you have?
You'll have lead in your wing, not more in your brain
When you've loved at every turn,
And when your chickens no longer have teeth
To eat your heart in your hand, well my clever boy,
You'll have lead in your wing, not more in your brain
And when you've 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 your wing, not more in your brain
But perhaps you won't grow old,
With your twelve beauties under your skin,
You'll fall one day on a guy, a guy who will send you
Lead in your brain and it will grow wings
One, two, three, four, five, six,
Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
When you've had twelve beautiful
In your skin, two duchesses and ten typists
What more will you have otherwise, if a little shot
A little shot in your wing, nor in your brain
When your you've slammed grizzby
In all boxes shot
Thou shalt not ever will be a pigeon with a little shot
A little shot in your wing, nor in your brain
When in the heat of passion, the scale of nylons,
You grimperas you grimperas after you've had What?
You'll have shot in your wing, nor in your brain
When you've had 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 your wing, nor in your brain
And when you've spent your life behind bars on your bed,
You say that you worry ais paid and yes and then
You'll have shot in your wing, nor in your brain
But p't be well qu'tu does not do old bones,
With your twelve beautiful in your skin,
You tomberas a day on a guy, a guy who you will
From lead in the brain and it does' grow wings