Текст песни Roberta Flack - Killig Me Softly
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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 ...
He was strumming, oh, he was singing
my 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 ...
With his song ...
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Он терзал мои нервы, словно это были
его струны
Он рассказывал в своей песне всю мою
жизнь, но своими словами
Он нежно убивал меня своей песней
Он нежно убивал меня своей песней
Он пересказывал всю мою жизнь своими
словами
Он нежно убивал меня своей песней
Мне говорили, что он поёт хорошие песни,
и у него есть свой собственный стиль
Вот я и пошла послушать его
И этот совсем незнакомый мне мальчишка…
…терзал мои нервы, словно это были
его струны
Рассказывал в своей песне всю мою жизнь,
но своими словами
Нежно убивал меня своей песней
Нежно убивал меня своей песней
Пересказывал всю мою жизнь своими словами
Нежно убивал меня своей песней
Я вся залилась краской – там было слишком
много людей
Мне казалось, что он нашёл мои личные письма
и теперь читает их вслух
Я молилась только о том, чтобы он поскорее
закончил, но он всё продолжал…
…терзать мои нервы, словно это были
его струны
Рассказывать в своей песне всю мою жизнь,
но своими словами
Нежно убивать меня своей песней
Нежно убивать меня своей песней
Пересказывать всю мою жизнь своими словами
Нежно убивать меня своей песней
Он пел так, как будто знал обо всех моих
часах отчаяния
А потом он посмотрел сквозь меня, как будто
меня там вообще не было
И снова запел, запел так чисто и сильно
Терзая мои нервы, словно это были
его струны
Рассказывая в своей песне всю мою жизнь,
но своими словами
Нежно убивая меня своей песней
Нежно убивая меня своей песней
Пересказывая всю мою жизнь своими словами
Нежно убивая меня своей песней
Он терзал меня, о, он пел мою песню
Он нежно убивал меня своей песней
Он нежно убивал меня своей песней
Пересказав всю мою жизнь своими словами
Он нежно убивал меня своей песней
Своей песней… 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 ...
He was strumming, oh, he was singing
my 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 ...
With his song ...
------
He tormented my nerves , as if it were
his strings
He said in his song my whole
life, but in their own words
It was killing me softly with his song
It was killing me softly with his song
He recounted all my life its
words
It was killing me softly with his song
I was told that he was singing a good song
and he has his own style
So I went to hear him
And this quite unknown to me boy ...
Savaged my nerves ... as if it were
his strings
Told in the song of my life ,
but in their own words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Retold my life in your own words
Killing me softly with his song
I blushed all - there were too
many people
It seemed to me that he found my personal letters
and now reads them aloud
I prayed only that he quickly
finished , but he continued ...
Tear my nerves ... as if it were
his strings
In his song telling my whole life ,
but in their own words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Recount my life in your own words
Killing me softly with his song
He sang as if he knew all my
hours of despair
And then he looked right through me as if
I was not there at all
And again sang , sang so clear and strong
Goading my nerves as if they were
his strings
Speaking in his song my whole life ,
but in their own words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Recounting my life in your own words
Killing me softly with his song
He tormented me , oh, he was singing my song
It was killing me softly with his song
It was killing me softly with his song
Recounting my life in your own words
It was killing me softly with his song
His song ...
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