By Roberta Flack
Chorus:
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softy 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... Chorus
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... Chorus
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... Chorus
oohhh oohhh... lalala... oohhh laaa
Chorus
He was strumming my pain
Yeah he was seing my life
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
Chorus:
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softy 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... Chorus
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... Chorus
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... Chorus
oohhh oohhh... lalala... oohhh laaa
Chorus
He was strumming my pain
Yeah he was seing my life
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
pues sí...hay canciones que parecen atravesar nuestra vida entera. Ésta es una de ellas. Gracias por ponerla
ResponderEliminarun abrazo
Sigue tan válida como siempre, ¿verdad? Un abrazo
ResponderEliminarQué pedazo de canción y qué pedazo de intérprete!
ResponderEliminarCon qué desgarradora fuerza expresa sus sentimientos.
Eterna Roberta...
Mil besos!!!
Hola Io: también me gusta la foto que he encontrado, tiene casi tanta fuerza como su voz. Mil besos!!!
ResponderEliminarHola Elvira, leí tu entrada antes de sentarme a comer y desde ese momento esta canción suena en mi cabeza.
ResponderEliminarQue sepas que en el establo la poda de árboles de este año ha estado acompañada por la voz de Roberta.
Un beso de árbol agradecido.
Ay, ¡qué curioso! A ver si este año crecen mejor... Si la música va bien para los humanos y los animales, ¿por qué no para las plantas?
ResponderEliminarYo soy de las que hablan a las plantas, pero hasta ahora nunca les he cantado. :-)
Un abrazo (a ti y a tus árboles)
Me encanta esta canciónnnnnnnnnn
ResponderEliminarYa la he cantado un montón de veces. :-)
ResponderEliminarHermoso... me encanta esa canción... un amor... saludos.
ResponderEliminarQué curioso, me pasa ide que a Faladomi, también es una canción que ha recorrido conmigo muchas etapas de la vida, y la recuerdo desde niña.
ResponderEliminarQué bonita es ,¿verdad?
( Muchísimas gracias por el regalo, Elvira, te lo agardezco muchísimo ^_^ Ahí te dejé respuesta en mi blog; y en el del Té un enlace a Tissot.)
Un besito enorrrrrme . GRACIAS
Hola Caballero: me alegro de que te guste.
ResponderEliminarHola femme: gracias a ti, ya he ido a tu blog y he disfrutado con todos los cuadros de Tissot. Besos