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 the good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
And listen for a while
And there he was a 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
Matándome suavemente
Rasgueando 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 la buena canción
Escuché que tenía un estilo
Y así vine a verlo
Y escuchar un rato
Y ahí estaba, un chico joven
Un extraño 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
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente, con su canción
Me sentí todo sonrojado de fiebre
Avergonzado por la multitud
Sentí que encontró mis cartas
Y leyó cada una en voz alta
Oré para que terminara
Pero él siguió sin parar
Rasgueando 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
Escrita por: Norman Gimbel / Charles Fox