Idioma Origen:
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black and he 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
We grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
'Member when we used to play?
Bang bang, I shot me down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down
Now he's gone, I don't know why
'Till this day sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't even 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
Down
My baby shot me down
fuente: musica.com
Idioma Destino:
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black and he 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
We grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
'Member when we used to play?
Bang bang, I shot me down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down
Now he's gone, I don't know why
'Till this day sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't even 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
Down
My baby shot me down
fuente: musica.com