「ただ、なんとなく来てみたのよ
みんながとってもすてきだって云うから。
暗い舞台の上の見知らぬ歌い手
あの人の歌が私の胸を
やさしくひきさくの
死にそうよ……
だって 私の心をそのまんまに
あの人は唄うんだもの」
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,
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 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.
and 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.
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