Roberta Flack - Killing me softly with his song

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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 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 lentamente con su canción

Rasgando mi dolor con sus dedos,
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome lentamente con su canción,
Matándome lentamente con su canción,
Diciendo mi vida entera con sus palabras,
Matándome lentamente con su canción...

Escuché que cantaba una canción,
Que tenía estilo.
Así que vine a verlo
A escucharlo un rato.
Y ahí estaba este jovencito,
Un extraño ante mis ojos.

Rasgando mi dolor con sus dedos,
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome lentamente con su canción,
Matándome lentamente con su canción,
Diciendo mi vida entera con sus palabras,
Matándome lentamente con su canción...

Me sentí enardecida con fiebre,
Avergonzada con la multitud
Sentí como si hubiera encontrado mis cartas
Y las estuviera leyendo en voz alta.
Rezaba por que terminara
Pero simplemente siguió

Rasgando mi dolor con sus dedos,
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome lentamente con su canción,
Matándome lentamente con su canción,
Diciendo mi vida entera con sus palabras,
Matándome lentamente con su canción...

Cantaba como si me conociera
En mi obscura desesperación.
Y entonces vio a través de mi
Como si yo no estuviera ahí.
Pero el siguió cantando,
Cantando clara y enérgicamente.

Rasgando mi dolor con sus dedos,
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome lentamente con su canción,
Matándome lentamente con su canción,
Diciendo mi vida entera con sus palabras,
Matándome lentamente con su canción...

Rasgando, oh, cantaba mi canción.
Matándome lentamente con su canción,
Matándome lentamente con su canción,
Diciendo mi vida entera con sus palabras,
Matándome lentamente con su canción...
Con su canción...

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