. adios

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, I shot you down. Bang bang, you hit the ground. Bang bang, that awful sound. Bang bang, I used to shoot you 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 dont know why, until this day sometimes I cry, he didn't even say goodbye. He didn't take the time to lie.

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.