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I heard he had a style. And so I came to see him. And listen for a while. And there he was. This young boy, stranger to my eyes. Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time, one time) Singing my life with his words (two times, two times) Killing me softly with this song. Killing me softly with his song.
Me sentí llena de fiebre, avergonzada por la multitud I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd Sentí que encontró mis cartas, y las leía en voz alta I felt he found my letters, and read each one out loud Recé para que terminara, pero siguió adelante I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on (coro rpt) (rpt ...
Killing me softly with his song. Rasgueando mi dolor, sí. Strumming my pain, yeah (strumming my pain) Oye, junta tus manos para L-Boogie del Refugee Camp (sí, sí) Yo, put your hands together for L-Boogie from the Refugee Camp (yeah, yeah) (Cantando mi vida) ya sabes como lo hacemos. (Singing my life) you know how we do.
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 ...
3 de feb. de 2017 · Traducción. Matándome Suavemente. Escuché que cantaba una buena canción, escuché que tenía un estilo. Y así que fui a verlo y escucharlo por un rato. Y ahí estaba, este chico jóven, un extraño ante mis ojos. Rasgando mi dolor con sus dedos, (una vez, una vez) cantando mi vida con sus palabras, (dos veces, dos veces)
LETRA. Killing Me Softly. I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style. And so I came to see him and listen for a while. And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes. Strumming my pain with his fingers, (one time, one time) Singing my life with his words, (two time, two time) Killing me softly with his song,
[Lauryn] He oído que cantó una buena canción, oí que había un estilo, Y así llegué a verlo y escuchar por un tiempo. Y allí fue este joven, extraño a mis ojos, Rasgando mi dolor con sus dedos, Cantando mi vida con sus palabras, Matar a mí suavemente con su canción, Decir toda mi vida con sus palabras, Matar a mí suavemente con su canción.
