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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 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 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 out loud
I prayed thar 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 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
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 life with his words
Killing my softly with his song
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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 una buena canción.
Escuché que tenía un estilo.
Y entonces 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 él encontró mis cartas,
Y leyó cada una de ellas en voz alta.
Rogué para que termine,
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 todas mis penurias.
Y luego miró justo a través mío
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.
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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 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 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 out loud
I prayed thar 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 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
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 life with his words
Killing my softly with his song
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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 una buena canción.
Escuché que tenía un estilo.
Y entonces 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 él encontró mis cartas,
Y leyó cada una de ellas en voz alta.
Rogué para que termine,
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 todas mis penurias.
Y luego miró justo a través mío
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.