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

当我五岁 他六岁
两小无猜 骑木马
他穿黑衣 我穿白
骑马打仗 总他赢
碰,碰,他开枪打我
碰,碰,我应声落马
碰,碰,可怕的枪声
碰,碰,爱人打中我

岁月如梭 季节换
等长大后 就要他
爱人总是 笑着说
记得儿时 一块玩
碰,碰,我开枪打你
碰,碰,你应声落马
碰,碰,可怕的枪声
碰,碰,我曾打中你

音乐响起 人们唱
教堂钟声 为我响

不知为何 他离去
至今依然 为他泣
不曾对我 说再见
甚至不愿 撒个谎

碰,碰,他开枪打我
碰,碰,我应声落马
碰,碰,可怕的枪声
碰,碰,爱人打中我