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, embarassed 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

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 was there, this stranger, singing clear and loud

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 con su canción.

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.

Oí que cantaba una buena canción.
Oí que tenía un estilo.
Así que vine a verlo,
Para escuchar un rato.
Y allí estaba él, este joven,
Un extraño para mis ojos.

Rasgando 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 toda sonrojada con fiebre,
Avergonzada por el público.
Sentí que había encontrado mis cartas,
Y las leía una a una en voz alta.
Rogué para que terminara,
Pero él sólo seguía.

Rasgando 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 desesperación oscura
Y luego miró a través de mí
Como si yo no estuviera allí.
Y simplemente siguió cantando,
Cantando claro y fuerte.

Rasgando 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.

The Fugees
Lauryn Hill & Wyclef