I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time When I grew up, I called him mine He would always laugh and say "Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down Bang bang, you hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why And till this day, sometimes I cry He didn't even say goodbye He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down...
Мне было пять лет, а ему шесть. Мы ездили на деревянных лошадках. Он был в чёрном, а я в белом. Он всегда побеждал в драках.
Пиф-паф, он застрелил меня, Пиф-паф, я упала на землю. Пиф-паф, этот ужасный звук. Пиф-паф, мой малыш застрелил меня.
Прошли годы, всё изменилось. Когда я выросла, я стала называть его своим любимым. А он всегда смеялся и говорил: «Помнишь, как мы играли?»
Пиф-паф, я застрелила тебя, Пиф-паф, ты упал на землю. Пиф-паф, этот ужасный звук. Пиф-паф, раньше я стреляла в тебя...
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Теперь его нет, не знаю, почему. И по сей день я иногда плачу. Он даже не попрощался, Даже не попытался солгать мне.
Пиф-паф, он застрелил меня, Пиф-паф, я упала на землю. Пиф-паф, этот ужасный звук. Пиф-паф, мой малыш застрелил меня… I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time When I grew up, I called him mine He would always laugh and say & quot; Remember when we used to play? & quot;
Bang bang, I shot you down Bang bang, you hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I do not know why And till this day, sometimes I cry He did not even say goodbye He did not take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down ...
I was five years old, and he was six. We drove on wooden horses . He was in black , and I'm white . He always won the fights.
Bang bang , he shot me down , Bang bang , I hit the ground . Bang bang , that awful sound . Bang bang , my baby shot me down .
Years later, everything changed. When I grew up , I began to call him my favorite. He always laughed and said : " Remember how we played? "
Bang bang , I shot you, Bang bang , you hit the ground. Bang bang , that awful sound . Bang bang , I used to shoot at you ...
Music played, and people sang , Church bells rang - especially for me .
Now he's gone , I do not know why. And to this day , sometimes I cry . He had not even said good-bye , Did not even try to lie to me .
Bang bang , he shot me down , Bang bang , I hit the ground . Bang bang , that awful sound . Bang bang , my baby shot me down ...