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Matándome Suavemente

Mari Nakamoto

Killin' 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, 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

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

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, y 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 sofocada por la fiebre
Avergonzada por la multitud
Sentí que había encontrado mis cartas y leído
cada una en voz alta
Recé para que terminara
Pero él simplemente siguió

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 directamente
Como si no estuviera allí
Y 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

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)

Él estaba tocando 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

Escrita por: Charles Fox / Norman Gimbel