Минус Roberta Flack - Killing me softly 3

Текст (слова) песни Roberta Flack - Killing me softly 3:

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 and 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.
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 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 ...