Semeli. - 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

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.

Lördagens tillställning. Asbra. Godnatter.