Killing Me Softly With His Song
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 heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him and 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'd 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 he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
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
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
La-la-la, la, la, la
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
La-ah-ah-ah-ah
La-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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)
He was strumming my pain
Yeah, he was singing my life
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
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Oí que él cantaba muy bien
Oí que tenía estilo
Así que vine a verlo y escucharlo un poco
Y ahí estaba él, ese joven muchacho
Un extraño a mis ojos
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Me sentí toda enrojecida por la fiebre
Avergonzada por la multitud
Sentí que había encontrado mis cartas y leído
Y las leyó cada una en voz alta
Recé para que terminara pronto
Pero simplemente siguió adelante
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Contando 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
Y simplemente siguió cantando
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
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
La-la-la, la, la, la
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
La-ah-ah-ah-ah
La-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome (suavemente)
Él estaba rasgueando mi dolor
Sí, estaba cantando mi vida
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción