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, 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, embarassed 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
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
But he was there, this stranger, singing clear and loud
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
Tocando 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
Escuché que cantaba una buena canción, escuché que tenía estilo
Y así vine a verlo, a escuchar por un rato
Y allí estaba él, este joven muchacho, un extraño para mis ojos
Tocando 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
Sentí todo mi cuerpo enrojecido de fiebre, avergonzada por la multitud
Sentí que había encontrado mis cartas y las leía en voz alta
Recé para que terminara, pero él seguía adelante
Tocando 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
Cantaba como si me conociera en toda mi oscura desesperación
Y luego me miraba como si no estuviera allí
Pero él estaba allí, este extraño, cantando claro y fuerte
Tocando 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