Killing Me Softly
Strumming my pain with her fingers,
Singing my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly with her song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with her song ...
I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style.
And so I came to see her to listen for a while.
And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with her fingers,
Singing my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly with her song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with her song ...
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that she would finish but she just kept right on ...
Strumming my pain with her fingers,
Singing my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly with her song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with her song ....
She 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 she just kept on singing, singing clear and strong.
Strumming my pain with her fingers,
Singing my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly with her song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with her song ...
Strumming my pain with her fingers,
Singing my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly with her song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with her song ...
She was strumming my pain, yeah, he was singing my life.
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song ...
With her song ...
Matándome suavemente
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Diciendo toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Oí que cantaba una buena canción, oí que tenía un estilo
Así que vine a verla a escucharla un rato
Y allí estaba una joven, una extraña 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
Diciendo toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Me sentí llena de fiebre, avergonzada por la muchedumbre
Sentí que encontró mis cartas y las leyó en voz alta
Recé para que terminara, pero se mantuvo justo en
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Diciendo toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Cantó como si él me conociera en toda mi oscura desesperación
Y luego miró a través de mí como si no estuviera allí
Y ella seguía cantando, cantando clara y fuerte
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Diciendo toda mi vida con sus palabras
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
Diciendo toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Ella estaba rasgueando mi dolor, sí, él 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
Con su canción