| Текст песни Fugees - Вытри мне сопли Просмотров: 23 0 чел. считают текст песни верным 0 чел. считают текст песни неверным Тут находится текст песни Fugees - Вытри мне сопли, а также перевод, видео и клип. 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 ... Нежное убийство
© Yonder (lyricz@yandex.ru)
Он терзал мои нервы, словно это были его струны Он рассказывал в своей песне всю мою жизнь, но своими словами Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Он пересказывал всю мою жизнь своими словами Он нежно убивал меня своей песней
Мне говорили, что он поёт хорошие песни, и у него есть свой собственный стиль Вот я и пошла послушать его
И этот совсем незнакомый мне мальчишка…
…терзал мои нервы, словно это были его струны Рассказывал в своей песне всю мою жизнь, но своими словами Нежно убивал меня своей песней Нежно убивал меня своей песней Пересказывал всю мою жизнь своими словами Нежно убивал меня своей песней
Я вся залилась краской – там было слишком много людей Мне казалось, что он нашёл мои личные письма и теперь читает их вслух Я молилась только о том, чтобы он поскорее закончил, но он всё продолжал…
…терзать мои нервы, словно это были его струны Рассказывать в своей песне всю мою жизнь, но своими словами Нежно убивать меня своей песней Нежно убивать меня своей песней Пересказывать всю мою жизнь своими словами Нежно убивать меня своей песней
Он пел так, как будто знал обо всех моих часах отчаяния А потом он посмотрел сквозь меня, как будто меня там вообще не было И снова запел, запел так чисто и сильно
Терзая мои нервы, словно это были его струны Рассказывая в своей песне всю мою жизнь, но своими словами Нежно убивая меня своей песней Нежно убивая меня своей песней Пересказывая всю мою жизнь своими словами Нежно убивая меня своей песней
Он терзал меня, о, он пел мою песню
Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Пересказав всю мою жизнь своими словами Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Своей песней 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 was not 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 ... Gentle murder
© Yonder (lyricz@yandex.ru)
He tore my nerves , as if it were its strings He said in his song my whole life, but in their own words He was killing me softly with her song He was killing me softly with her song He recounted all my life for its words He was killing me softly with her song
I was told that he sings good songs and he has his own style So I went to hear him
And this quite unknown to me boy ...
Tore my nerves ... as if it were its strings Told in his song all my life, but in his own words Gently kill me with his song Gently kill me with his song Narrated my life in your own words Gently kill me with his song
I blushed all - there were too many people It seemed to me that he found my personal letters and now reads them aloud I prayed only that he quickly graduated , but he still continued ...
Torment ... my nerves , as if it were its strings Tell in his song all my life, but in his own words Gently kill me with his song Gently kill me with his song Recount my life in your own words Gently kill me with his song
He sang as if he knew all my hours of despair And then he looked right through me as if I was not there at all And again sang , sang so clear and strong
Goading my nerves , as if it were its strings Speaking in his song all my life, but in his own words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song In his account of my life in your own words Killing me softly with his song
He tormented me , oh, he was singing my song
He was killing me softly with her song He was killing me softly with her song Recounting my life in your own words He was killing me softly with her song his song Опрос: Верный ли текст песни? ДаНет Вконтакте Facebook Мой мир Одноклассники Google+ | |