Killing Me Softly
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, 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 he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to 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 ...
He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
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 ...
With his song ...
Matándome suavemente
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 para escuchar por un rato.
Y allí estaba 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...
Me sentí ruborizada de fiebre, avergonzada por la multitud,
Sentí que encontró mis cartas y leyó cada una en voz alta.
Recé para que terminara pero él siguió 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 con su canción...
Cantaba como si me conociera en toda mi oscura desesperación.
Y luego me miró como si no estuviera allí.
Pero él simplemente siguió cantando, 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...
Él estaba tocando, oh, él estaba cantando mi canción.
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...