Uma travessia...por vezes fácil, outras vezes difícil. Um deserto, onde se tenta desesperadamente encontrar um oásis para ai permanecer, pelo menos na triste ilusão de ser feliz.

maio 23, 2005

Bang ,Bang

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...
Nancy Sinatra
Bang,bang (my baby shot me down)

1 comentário:

Físico disse...

Outra apanhada do Kill Bill (sim, que ninguém ouve a Nancy Sinatra de propósito, no seu perfeito juízo...)!