| I was five and she was six
|
| We rode on horses made of sticks
|
| She wore black and I wore white
|
| She would always win the fight
|
| Bang bang, I shot her down
|
| Bang bang, she hit the ground
|
| Bang bang, that awful sound
|
| Bang bang, I shot my baby down
|
| Seasons came and changed the time
|
| But still that day played on my mind
|
| In my dreams she’d laugh and say
|
| «Remember when we used to play?»
|
| Bang bang, you shot me down
|
| Bang bang, I hit the ground
|
| Bang bang, that awful sound
|
| Bang bang, my baby shot me down
|
| Now she’s gone, I don’t know why
|
| And 'til this day, sometimes I cry
|
| We didn’t even say goodbye
|
| I held her when she closed her eyes
|
| Bang bang, I shot her down
|
| Bang bang, she hit the ground
|
| Bang bang, that awful sound
|
| Bang bang, I shot my baby down |