Bang Bang [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Kyrgyz translation]

I was five and he was six;

We rode on horses made of sticks.

I wore black and he 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,

And we 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.