Killing Me Softly With His Song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
He sang as if it he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
But he was there, this stranger
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Oí que cantó una buena canción
Oí que tenía un estilo
Así que vine a verlo
Escuchar un rato
Y ahí estaba, este joven
Un extraño para mis ojos
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Contar toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Me sentí toda ruborizada de fiebre
Avergonzado por la multitud
Sentí que encontró mis cartas
Y lee cada uno en voz alta
Recé para que terminara
Pero él sólo siguió adelante
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Contar toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Cantaba como si me conociera
En toda mi oscura desesperación
Y luego miró a través de mí
Como si yo no estuviera allí
Pero él estaba allí, este extraño
Cantando claro y fuerte
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Contar toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Composição: Charles Fox / Norman Gimbel