Killing Me Softly - Billy Cobb

Strumming my pain with his finger

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my own life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang the good song (good song)

I heard he had a style (he had a style)

And so I came to see him (To see him)

To listen for a while (For a while)

And there he was this young boy (There he was this young boy)

A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his finger (one time)

Singing my life with his words (two time)

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my own life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever (With fever)

Embarrassed by the crowd (Embarrassed by the crowd)

I felt he found my letters (My letters)

And read each one out loud (Out loud)

I prayed that he would finish (Finish)

But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his finger (one time)

Singing my life with his words (two time)

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my own life with his words (ah)

Killing me softly with his song

Strumming my pain with his finger (one time)

Singing my life with his words (two times)

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my own life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Grattant ma douleur avec son doigt

Chantant ma vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Raconter ma propre vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

J'ai entendu qu'il a chanté la bonne chanson (bonne chanson)

J'ai entendu dire qu'il avait un style (il avait un style)

Et donc je suis venu le voir (pour le voir)

À écouter pendant un moment (Pendant un moment)

Et il était là ce jeune garçon (Il était là ce jeune garçon)

Un étranger à mes yeux

Gratter ma douleur avec son doigt (une fois)

Chanter ma vie avec ses mots (deux fois)

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Raconter ma propre vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Je me sentais tout rouge de fièvre (Avec fièvre)

Gêné par la foule (Gêné par la foule)

J'ai senti qu'il avait trouvé mes lettres (Mes lettres)

Et lire chacun à haute voix (à haute voix)

J'ai prié pour qu'il finisse (Terminer)

Mais il a juste continué

Gratter ma douleur avec son doigt (une fois)

Chanter ma vie avec ses mots (deux fois)

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Raconter ma propre vie avec ses mots (ah)

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Gratter ma douleur avec son doigt (une fois)

Chanter ma vie avec ses mots (deux fois)

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Raconter ma propre vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song