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Matándome Suavemente

Susan Boyle

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

Ooh

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him and listen for awhile
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 pray 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 was not 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

Ooh
La la la la la la
Ooh
La la la
La la la la

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 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

Oh

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
Un desconocido 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 encontró mis cartas y leyó cada una en voz alta
Rogaba que terminara
Pero él seguía 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 miraba 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 su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente
Con su canción

Oh
La la la la la la
Oh
La la la
La la la la

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 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

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