(chorus)
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
And listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
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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
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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...
Singing my life...
And killing me softly...
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
He was 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, softly, softly with his song
Last edited by AdamR on 10.09.2013 23:41
Try to align
Türkçe
(Şarkısıyla) Beni yavaşca öldürüyor
İyi bir şarkı söylüyormuş diye duydum.
Duydum ki kendine has bir tarzı varmış,
Bu yüzden onu görmeye geldim
Ve biraz dinleyeyim diye.
Ve işte o genç çocuk oradaydı,
Gözlerimin tanımadığı bir yabancı.
(Nakarat)
Ateş bastı kızardığımı hissettim
Kalabalıktan utanarak...
Mektuplarımı gördüğünü zannettim
Sanki hepsini okumuştu...
Bitirsin şunu diye dua ettim
Ama o devam etti söylemeye.
(Nakarat)
Sanki beni tanıyormuş gibi söylüyordu şarkıyı
Tüm karanlık umutsuzluklarım içinde
Ve sonra doğrudan bana baktı
Sanki ben orada değilmişim gibi
Ve şarkı söylemeye devam etti
Hem daha net ve yüksek sesle.