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