Hoy, que alguien cantaba
una buena canción
una muchacha dulce, un angel dije yo
que estilo aquel que suerte
pude reconocerme...
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.
Y atrás quedan temores
solo la soledad
de donde me conoce
que e traño pense yo
que estilo aquel que suerte
pude reconocerla....
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.
Pedazo de mi vida
narraba esta canción
de donde me conoce
que e traño pense yo
que estilo aquel que suerte
pude reconocerme...
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.
ohhhhh ohhhhhhhh
lala laa lalal ohhhohhh laalaaaa lalala
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
