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 and listen for a while.
And there he was this young one, 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

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

Escuché que él cantaba una buena canción
Escuché que él tenía un estilo
Y entonces yo vine a verlo y escucharlo por un rato
Y allí estaba este 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 mi vida entera con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción

Sentí que todos se ruborizaban con fiebre
Avergonzados por la multitud
Sentí que él encontró mis cartas y leyó cada una en silencio
Recé para que él terminara
Pero él continuó

Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Contando mi vida entera con sus palabras
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 mi vida entera con sus palabras
Matándome suavemente con su canción