Killing Me Softly With His Song - Engelbert Humperdinck

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 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 …

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts,

Chantant ma vie avec ses paroles,

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 qu'il a chanté une bonne chanson,

J'ai entendu dire qu'il avait un style.

Et donc je suis venu le voir pour écouter

Pendant un certain temps.

Et là, il était ce jeune garçon,

un étranger à mes yeux.

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts,

Chantant ma vie avec ses paroles,

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,

Embarrassé par la foule,

J'ai senti qu'il avait trouvé mes lettres et lu

Chacun à voix haute.

J'ai prié pour qu'il finisse, mais il

juste continué sur…

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts,

Chantant ma vie avec ses paroles,

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 a regardé à travers moi

Comme si je n'étais pas là.

Mais il vient juste de chanter, chanter

Clair et fort.

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts,

Chantant ma vie avec ses paroles,

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, il chantait ma chanson.

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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