Kimberly Caldwell - Killing Me Softly With His Song

Kimberly Caldwell - Killing Me Softly With His Song 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 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 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 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 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 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 life with his words Killing me softly with his song ............................................... Нежное убийство Он терзал мои нервы, словно это были его струны Он рассказывал в своей песне всю мою жизнь, но своими словами Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Он пересказывал всю мою жизнь своими словами Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Мне говорили, что он поёт хорошие песни, и у него есть свой собственный стиль Вот я и пошла послушать его И этот совсем незнакомый мне мальчишка… …терзал мои нервы, словно это были