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  • Текст песни Amy Winehouse - Killing Me Softly

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    На этой странице находится текст песни Amy Winehouse - Killing Me Softly, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    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…

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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 ...

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