Killing Me Softly
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 songs
Killing me softly with his songs
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his songs
I felt all blushed 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
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 songs
Killing me softly with his songs
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his songs
Matándome Suavemente
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
Un desconocido para mis ojos
Tocando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con sus canciones
Matándome suavemente con sus canciones
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con sus canciones
Me sentí ruborizada de fiebre
Avergonzada por la multitud
Sentí que encontró mis cartas
Y leyó cada una en voz alta
Rogaba que terminara
Pero él seguía adelante
Cantaba como si me conociera
En toda mi oscura desesperación
Y luego me miraba directamente
Como si no estuviera allí
Y él seguía cantando
Cantando claro y fuerte
Tocando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con sus canciones
Matándome suavemente con sus canciones
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con sus canciones