Текст и перевод песни Jean Claude Pascal - Douze belles dans le peau
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Douze belles dans le peau
Twelve Beauties in Your Skin
Un,
deux,
trois,
quart,
cinq,
six,
sept,
huit,
neuf,
dix,
onze,
douze,
One,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven,
eight,
nine,
ten,
eleven,
twelve,
Quand
t'auras
douze
belles
dans
la
When
you
have
twelve
beauties
in
your
Peau,
deux
duchesses
et
dix
dactylos
Skin,
two
duchesses
and
ten
typists
Qu'est
ce
que
t'auras
de
plus
sinon,
sinon
qu'un
peu
de
plombs
What
more
will
you
have,
if
not,
if
not
a
little
bit
of
lead
Un
peu
de
plombs
dans
l'aile,
pas
plus
dans
la
cervelle
A
little
bit
of
lead
in
your
wing,
not
more
in
your
brain
Quand
t'auras
claqué
ton
grizzby
When
you've
slammed
your
grizzby
Dans
toutes
les
boites
à
coup
de
fusil
In
every
club
with
a
shotgun
Tu
ne
seras
jamais
qu'un
pigeon
avec
un
peu
de
plombs
You'll
never
be
more
than
a
pigeon
with
a
little
bit
of
lead
Un
peu
de
plombs
dans
l'aile,
pas
plus
dans
la
cervelle
A
little
bit
of
lead
in
your
wing,
not
more
in
your
brain
Quand
dans
le
feu
de
la
passion,
aux
echelles
des
bas
nylons,
When
in
the
fire
of
passion,
on
the
ladders
of
nylon
stockings,
Tu
grimperas
tu
grimperas
après
qu'est
ce
que
t'auras?
You
climb,
you
climb,
after
what
will
you
have?
T'auras
du
plombs
dans
l'aile,
pas
plus
dans
la
cervelle
You'll
have
lead
in
your
wing,
not
more
in
your
brain
Quand
t'auras
aimer
à
tout
vent,
When
you
have
loved
in
every
wind,
Et
que
tes
poules
n'auront
plus
de
dents
And
your
chicks
no
longer
have
teeth
Pour
te
bouffer
l'coeur
dans
la
main,
he
ben
mon
gros
malin
To
eat
your
heart
in
their
hands,
well
then,
my
big
clever
one
T'auras
du
plombs
dans
l'aile,
pas
plus
dans
la
cervelle
You'll
have
lead
in
your
wing,
not
more
in
your
brain
Et
quand
t'auras
passé
ta
vie,
derrière
les
barreaux
de
ton
lit,
And
when
you've
spent
your
life,
behind
the
bars
of
your
bed,
Tu
diras
que
tu
t'en
ais
payé
et
oui
et
puis
après
You'll
say
that
you've
had
your
fill,
yes,
and
then
what
T'auras
du
plombs
dans
l'aile,
pas
plus
dans
la
cervelle
You'll
have
lead
in
your
wing,
not
more
in
your
brain
Mais
p't
être
bien
qu'tu
ne
feras
pas
de
vieux
os,
But
perhaps
you
won't
make
old
bones,
Avec
tes
douze
belles
dans
la
peau,
With
your
twelve
beauties
in
your
skin,
Tu
tomberas
un
jour
sur
un
gars,
un
gars
qui
t'enverra
You'll
fall
one
day
on
a
guy,
a
guy
who
will
send
you
Du
plomb
dans
la
cervelle
et
il
t'
poussera
des
ailes
Lead
in
your
brain
and
he'll
give
you
wings
One,
two,
three,
fourth,
five,
six,
One,
two,
three,
fourth,
five,
six,
Seven,
eight,
nine,
ten,
eleven,
twelve,
Seven,
eight,
nine,
ten,
eleven,
twelve,
When
t'auras
twelve
beautiful
in
When
you
have
twelve
beauties
in
The
skin,
two
duchesses
and
ten
typists
The
skin,
two
duchesses
and
ten
typists
What
is
more
t'auras
otherwise,
if
a
little
shot
What
more
will
you
have,
if
not,
if
not
a
little
shot
A
little
shot
in
the
wing,
nor
in
the
brain
A
little
shot
in
the
wing,
not
more
in
the
brain
When
your
t'auras
slammed
grizzby
When
you've
slammed
your
grizzby
In
all
boxes
shot
In
all
boxes
shot
Thou
shalt
not
ever
will
be
a
pigeon
with
a
little
shot
You'll
never
be
more
than
a
pigeon
with
a
little
shot
A
little
shot
in
the
wing,
nor
in
the
brain
A
little
shot
in
the
wing,
not
more
in
the
brain
When
in
the
heat
of
passion,
the
scale
of
nylons,
When
in
the
heat
of
passion,
on
the
scale
of
nylons,
You
grimperas
you
grimperas
after
t'auras
What?
You
climb,
you
climb,
after
what
will
you
have?
T'auras
shot
in
the
wing,
nor
in
the
brain
You'll
have
shot
in
the
wing,
not
more
in
the
brain
When
t'auras
love
at
any
wind,
When
you
have
loved
in
every
wind,
And
that
your
chickens
will
have
more
teeth
And
your
chicks
will
have
no
more
teeth
For
you
eat
the
heart
in
hand,
he
ben
my
big
smart
To
eat
your
heart
in
their
hands,
well
then,
my
big
clever
one
T'auras
shot
in
the
wing,
nor
in
the
brain
You'll
have
shot
in
the
wing,
not
more
in
the
brain
And
when
t'auras
spent
your
life
behind
bars
on
your
bed,
And
when
you've
spent
your
life
behind
bars
of
your
bed,
You
say
that
you
worry
ais
paid
and
yes
and
then
You
say
that
you've
had
your
fill,
yes,
and
then
T'auras
shot
in
the
wing,
nor
in
the
brain
You'll
have
shot
in
the
wing,
not
more
in
the
brain
But
p't
be
well
qu'tu
does
not
do
old
bones,
But
perhaps
you
won't
make
old
bones,
With
your
twelve
beautiful
in
the
skin,
With
your
twelve
beauties
in
the
skin,
You
tomberas
a
day
on
a
guy,
a
guy
who
you
will
You'll
fall
one
day
on
a
guy,
a
guy
who
will
send
you
From
lead
in
the
brain
and
it
does'
grow
wings
From
lead
in
the
brain
and
he'll
give
you
wings
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