I heard she sang a good song
I heard she had a style
And so I came to see her
And listen for a while
And there she was this young girl
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softy with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt she found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that she would finish
But she just kept right on
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softy with her song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
She sang as if she knew me
In all my dark despair
And then she looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And she kept on singing
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softy with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Ohhhhhhhhhhh oohhhhhhh...
Lalalal..ohhhh lalaaaaaaa
She was strumming my pain
Yeah she was singing my life
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
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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…
I heard she sang a good song
I heard she had a style
And so I came to see her
And listen for a while
And there she was this young girl
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softy with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt she found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that she would finish
But she just kept right on
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softy with her song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
She sang as if she knew me
In all my dark despair
And then she looked right through me
As if I was not there
And she kept on singing
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softy with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Ohhhhhhhhhhh oohhhhhhh ...
Lalalal..ohhhh lalaaaaaaa
She was strumming my pain
Yeah she was singing my life
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
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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 ...
