Текст песни Audio Bullys feat. Nancy Sinatra - Shot Your Down
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Оригинал: 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... Перевод: 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... Звучала музыка, пели люди, Звенели церковные колокола – специально для меня. 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… |
Original:
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 ...
Translation:
I was five years old, and he was six.
We went on a wooden horse.
He was black, and I'm white.
He always won the fight.
Bang-bang, he shot me,
Bang-bang, I hit the ground.
Bang-bang, that awful sound.
Bang-bang, my baby shot me.
Years passed, everything changed.
When I grew up, I began to call it their favorite.
He always laughed and said:
"Remember how we used to play?"
Bang-bang, I shot you,
Bang-bang, you hit the ground.
Bang-bang, that awful sound.
Bang-bang, I used to shoot 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 goodbye,
Did not even try to lie to me.
Bang-bang, he shot me,
Bang-bang, I hit the ground.
Bang-bang, that awful sound.
Bang-bang, my baby shot me ...