Killing Me Softly With His Song (Live at the Brixton Academy) - 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, a young boy 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 With his song Oh, oh, oh, oh ah La-la, la, la, la, la Oh, la-la Oh, la-la, la-la, la, la La (la-la, la-la, la-la) 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 was strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his song Killing me...

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 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 a 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...

Muy suavemente Tócame un vals con tus dedos Pinta de azul mi canción Mátame muy suavemente con tus palabras Rozando muy lentamente mis labios Hasta perderme, mátame Lo vi mientras cantaba Al fondo del salón Sintiendo de repente En mi alma un gran temor Narraba con tonadas Mi vida en su canción Tócame un vals con tus dedos Pinta de azul mi canción Mátame muy suavemente con tus palabras Rozando muy lentamente mis labios Hasta perderme, mátame Sentí faltarme el aire Buscando la razón Temí que había encontrado Mis cartas del cajón Leyendo fue muy claro Desnuda en su canción Tócame un vals con tus dedos Pinta de azul mi canción Mátame muy suavemente con tus palabras Rozando muy lentamente mis labios Hasta perderme, mátame Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh De azul Pinta de azul mi canción La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la ah-ah Cantó como insinuando Saber quién era yo Miró como buscando Y en mí ni se fijo Brillando con las luces Siguió con su canción Tócame un vals con tus dedos Pinta de azul mi canción Mátame muy suavemente con tus palabras Rozando muy lentamente mis labios Hasta perderme, mátame