Killing Me Softly - Claire Hamilton

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

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, yeah, he was singing my life

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

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts

Chantant ma vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Raconter toute ma vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

J'ai entendu dire qu'il avait chanté une bonne chanson, j'ai entendu dire qu'il avait un style

Et donc je suis venu le voir pour écouter un moment

Et là, il était ce jeune garçon, un étranger à mes yeux

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts

Chantant ma vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Raconter toute ma vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Je me suis senti tout rouge de fièvre, gêné par la foule

J'ai senti qu'il avait trouvé mes lettres et les avait lues à haute voix

J'ai prié pour qu'il finisse, mais il a continué

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts

Chantant ma vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Raconter toute ma vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Il a chanté comme s'il me connaissait dans tout mon sombre désespoir

Et puis il m'a regardé à travers comme si je n'étais pas là

Et il a juste continué à chanter, à chanter clair et fort

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts

Chantant ma vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Raconter toute ma vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Il grattait ma douleur, ouais, il chantait ma vie

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Raconter toute ma vie avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song

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