Reprise d'une chanson des Fugees 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'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 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 words

Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly, yeah, with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song And I heard he had a style And so I went to see him To listen for a while And there he was, this stranger There before 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, oh no 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, I was right there But 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 whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I wanna be stronger Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh my, my, my 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 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 Be-be-be, bésame, bésame con tus palabras Y sólo dime que me amas Tócame un vals con tus dedos Desaparece mis miedos Yo quiero irme contigo O que tú te vengas conmigo Hazme tuya para siempre Que ya mis gemidos se sienten Uh-sha la la ah, oh, ah, ah, ah Strumming my pain with his fingers, uh Y lléname de tu amor Mátame muy suavemente Con tus palabras Rozando muy lentamente Mis labios hasta perderme Mátame Oh, laralala, oh, oh, ah Elysanij 'La Dulce Melodía' Uh-sha la la ah, oh, ah, ah, ah Strumming my pain with his fingers Y lléname de tu amor Mátame muy suavemente Con tus palabras Rozando muy lentamente Mis labios hasta perderme Mátame

Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colours on the snowy linen land Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in a violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colours changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night You took your life, as lovers often do But I could've told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in their ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will