Killing Me Softly - Nicole Cross

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 song

I heard he had a spell

And so I came to see him

And listen for awhile

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 a flash of fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters

And read each one aloud

I pray 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

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 qu'il a chanté une chanson

J'ai entendu dire qu'il avait un sort

Et donc je suis venu le voir

Et écoute un moment

Et il était là, 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

J'ai ressenti un accès de fièvre

Gêné par la foule

J'ai l'impression qu'il a trouvé mes lettres

Et lire chacun à haute voix

Je prie pour qu'il finisse

Mais il a juste 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

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