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Cher - Bang Bang [My Baby Shot Me Down]

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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Armenian 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Bulgarian 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Chinese 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Dutch 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Finnish 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [German 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Greek 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Hungarian 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 [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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Persian 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Portuguese 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Russian 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Serbian 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 [My Baby Shot Me Down] [Spanish 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...
At Long Last Love lyrics

Is it an earthquake or simply a shock? Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock? Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy? Or is what I feel the rea...
Autumn in New York lyrics

Autumn in New York Why does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New York It spells the thrill of first-nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds In ...
Autumn in New York [German translation]

Herbst in New York, warum ist er so anziehend? Herbst in New York buchstabiert den Kitzel der ersten Nacht. Glitzernde Menschenmengen und schimmernde ...
Sarah Vaughan - Baby Won't You Please Come Home

Baby won't you please come home? 'Cause your mama's all alone I have tried in vain Never no more to call your name When you left you broke my heart Be...
Baby Won't You Please Come Home [Russian translation]

Милый, скажи, – Ты, вернешься домой? Маме твоей жить так скверно одной. Сколько пыталась я, но – не смогла, Имя твое позабыть навсегда. Когда милый уш...

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