Roberta Flack
KILLING ME SOFTLY
by Charles Fox and Norman Gimbel
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
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
Roberta Flack
MATÁNDOME SUAVEMENTE
de Charles Fox y Norman Gimbel
Removiendo 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 dijeron que cantaba una buena canción,
que la cantaba con estilo,
así que vine a ver y escucharle un rato.
Y ahí estaba este muchacho,
un extraño ante mis ojos.
Removiendo 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 sonrojé tanto hasta sentir fiebre,
avergonzada entre el público,
parecía haber encontrado mis cartas
y que las leía en voz alta.
Pedí a Dios que acabara por fin,
pero él continuaba.
Removiendo 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 presente.
Y continuó cantando,
cantando claro y fuerte.
Removiendo 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.
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 dijeron que cantaba una buena canción,
que la cantaba con estilo,
así que vine a ver y escucharle un rato.
Y ahí estaba este muchacho,
un extraño ante mis ojos.
Removiendo 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 sonrojé tanto hasta sentir fiebre,
avergonzada entre el público,
parecía haber encontrado mis cartas
y que las leía en voz alta.
Pedí a Dios que acabara por fin,
pero él continuaba.
Removiendo 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 presente.
Y continuó cantando,
cantando claro y fuerte.
Removiendo 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.
Perry Como
KILLING ME SOFTLY
Frank Sinatra
Killing Me Sofly
