Información de la canción En esta página puedes leer la letra de la canción Killing Me Softly de - James Last. Fecha de lanzamiento: 26.09.1996
Idioma de la canción: Inglés
Killing Me Softly(original) |
| 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 my pain, 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 … |
| (traducción) |
| Rasgando 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 … |
| Escuché que cantó una buena canción, |
| Escuché que tenía un estilo. |
| Y entonces vine a verlo para escuchar |
| Por un momento. |
| Y allí estaba este joven, |
| un extraño a 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 mi vida entera con sus palabras, |
| Matándome suavemente con su canción … |
| Me sentí todo enrojecido por la fiebre, |
| Avergonzado por la multitud, |
| Sentí que encontró mis cartas y leyó |
| Cada uno en voz alta. |
| Recé para que terminara, pero |
| solo seguia adelante... |
| Rasgando 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 … |
| Cantó como si me conociera en toda mi oscura desesperación. |
| Y luego miró a través de mí |
| Como si yo no estuviera allí. |
| Pero solo vino a cantar, cantar |
| 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 mi vida entera con sus palabras, |
| Matándome suavemente con su canción … |
| Tocaba mi dolor, cantaba mi canción. |
| Matándome suavemente con su canción, |
| Matándome suavemente con su canción, |
| contando mi vida entera con sus palabras, |
| Matándome suavemente con su canción… |
| Con su canción… |