Текст песни Amy Winehouse - Killing Me Softly
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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 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 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'd 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 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 But he was there, this stranger, singing clear and loud 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 Нежное убийство © Yonder Он терзал мои нервы, словно это были его струны Он рассказывал в своей песне всю мою жизнь, но своими словами Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Он пересказывал всю мою жизнь своими словами Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Мне говорили, что он поёт хорошие песни, и у него есть свой собственный стиль Вот я и пошла послушать его И этот совсем незнакомый мне мальчишка… …терзал мои нервы, словно это были его струны Рассказывал в своей песне всю мою жизнь, но своими словами Нежно убивал меня своей песней Нежно убивал меня своей песней Пересказывал всю мою жизнь своими словами Нежно убивал меня своей песней Я вся залилась краской – там было слишком много людей Мне казалось, что он нашёл мои личные письма и теперь читает их вслух Я молилась только о том, чтобы он поскорее закончил, но он всё продолжал… …терзать мои нервы, словно это были его струны Рассказывать в своей песне всю мою жизнь, но своими словами Нежно убивать меня своей песней Нежно убивать меня своей песней Пересказывать всю мою жизнь своими словами Нежно убивать меня своей песней Он пел так, как будто знал обо всех моих часах отчаяния А потом он посмотрел сквозь меня, как будто меня там вообще не было И снова запел, запел так чисто и сильно Терзая мои нервы, словно это были его струны Рассказывая в своей песне всю мою жизнь, но своими словами Нежно убивая меня своей песней Нежно убивая меня своей песней Пересказывая всю мою жизнь своими словами Нежно убивая меня своей песней Он терзал меня, о, он пел мою песню Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Пересказав всю мою жизнь своими словами Он нежно убивал меня своей песней Своей песней… Смотрите также:
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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 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
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'd 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
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I was not there
But he was there, this stranger, singing clear and loud
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
Gentle murder
© Yonder
He tore my nerves, as if it were
its strings
He said in his song my whole
life, but in his own words
He was killing me softly with her song
He was killing me softly with her song
He recounted my whole life for its
words
He was killing me softly with her song
I was told that he sings good songs,
and he has his own style
So I went to hear him
And this completely unknown to me boy ...
... Tore my nerves, as if it were
its strings
Told in his song my whole life,
but in their own words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Retold my life in your own words
Killing me softly with her song
I blushed all - there were too
many people
It seemed to me that he found my personal letters
and now reads them aloud
I prayed about was that it quickly
finished, but he still continued ...
... Tear my nerves, as if it were
its strings
Tell in his song my whole life,
but in their own words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Recount my life in your own words
Killing me softly with her song
He sang as if he knew all my
Hours of despair
And then he looked right through me as if
I was not there at all
Again, sang, sang so pure and strong
Goading my nerves, as if it were
its strings
Speaking in his song my whole life,
but in their own words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
In his account of my life in your own words
Killing me softly with his song
He tormented me, oh, he was singing my song
He was killing me softly with her song
He was killing me softly with her song
Recounting my whole life in his own words
He was killing me softly with her song
His song ...
