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...
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Matándome suavemente con su canción.
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comOí que él cantó una buena canción,
Oí que él tenía un estilo y así que vine verlo,
esperar a escuchar un rato y allí lo era,
este muchacho joven, un extranjero a mis ojos
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos,
Cantar mi vida con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Diciendo mi vida entera con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente con su canción
Sentía todos limpiado con un chorro de agua con fiebre,
desconcertado por la muchedumbre,
Sentía que él encontró mis letras
y leí cada uno hacia fuera ruidoso
yo rogué que él acabaría
pero él acaba de guardar a la derecha encendido
Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos,
Cantar mi vida con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Diciendo 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,
Diciendo mi vida entera con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente con su canción.