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
Beng beng, he shot me down
Beng beng, I hit the ground
Beng beng, that awful sound
Beng beng, 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
Beng beng, I shot you down
Beng beng, you hit the ground
Beng beng, that awful sound
Beng beng, I used to shoot you down
Music played and people sing
Just for me the church bells ring
Now he’s gone, I don’t know why
Until these day, sometimes I cry
He didn’t even say goodbye
He didn’t take the time to lie
Beng beng, he shot me down
Beng beng, I hit the ground
Beng beng, that awful sound
Beng beng, my baby shot me down
