Killing Me Softly - The 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.

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.



[LAURYN]

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 bwoy, 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 this 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



[CLEF]

Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge



[LAURYN]

(Bust it)



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.

Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . .

[shoutouts and fade

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts,

chanter ma vie avec ses mots

Me tuant doucement avec sa chanson,

Me tuant doucement avec sa chanson,

racontant toute ma vie, avec ses mots

Killing Me Softly With His Song.

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts,

Chanter ma vie avec ses mots,

Me tuant doucement avec sa chanson,

me tuant doucement avec sa chanson,

Racontant toute ma vie avec ses mots,

Killing Me Softly With His Song.



[LAURYN]

J'ai entendu qu'il chantait une bonne chanson, j'ai entendu qu'il avait un style,

Et donc je suis venu le voir et l'écouter un moment.

Et il était là ce jeune garçon, étranger à mes yeux,

Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts,

Chanter ma vie avec ses mots,

Me tuant doucement avec sa chanson,

me tuant doucement avec sa chanson,

Racontant toute ma vie avec ses mots,

Me tuant doucement avec cette chanson.

Je me sentais tout rouge de fièvre,

Embarrassé par la foule,

J'ai senti qu'il avait trouvé mes lettres et lu chacune à haute voix.

J'ai prié pour qu'il finisse,

Mais il est resté juste sur

grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts,

Chanter ma vie avec ses mots,

Me tuant doucement avec sa chanson,

Me tuant doucement avec sa chanson,

Racontant toute ma vie avec ses mots,

Me tuant doucement avec sa chanson



[CLEF]

Yo L-Boogie, emmène-le sur le pont



[LAURYN]

(Bust it)



Grattant ma douleur avec ses doigts,

Chanter ma vie avec ses mots,

me tuant doucement avec sa chanson,

Me tuant doucement avec sa chanson,

Racontant toute ma vie avec ses mots,

Killing Me Softly With His Song.

Grattant ma douleur avec son doigt, oui, il l'était. . .

[cris et décoloration