Слова: Norman Gimbel
Музыка: Charles Fox
I heard she sang a good song,
I heard she had a style.
And so I came to see her
To listen for a while.
And there she 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 she found my letters
And read each one out loud.
I prayed that she would finish
But she 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 ...
She sang as if she knew me
In all my dark despair.
And then she looked right through me
As if I wasn't there.
But she 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 ...
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