Killing Me Softly With His Son

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, embarassed by the crowd
I felt he'd 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

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 was there, this stranger, singing clear and loud

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

KILLING ME SOFTLY
por Roberta Flack

Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos,
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente, con su canción.

Escuché que cantaba una buena canción.
Escuché que tenía un estilo.
Y entonces vine a verlo,
Para escuchar un rato.
Y allí estaba él, este joven,
Un extraño para mis ojos.

Rasgando mi dolor con sus dedos,
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente, con su canción.

Me sentí toda sonrojada con fiebre,
Avergonzada por el público.
Sentí que él encontró mis cartas,
Y leyó cada una de ellas en voz alta.
Rogué para que termine,
Pero él sólo seguía.

Rasgando mi dolor con sus dedos,
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente, con su canción.

Cantaba como si me conociera
En todas mis penurias.
Y luego miró justo a través mío
Como si yo no estuviera allí.
Y simplemente siguió cantando,
Cantando claro y fuerte.

Rasgando mi dolor con sus dedos,
Cantando mi vida con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Matándome suavemente con su canción,
Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras,
Matándome suavemente, con su canción.