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  • Текст песни Ann Murray - Killing me softly

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    На этой странице находится текст песни Ann Murray - Killing me softly, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    I heard she sang a good song
    I heard she had a style
    And so I came to see her
    And listen for a while
    And there she was this young girl
    A stranger to my eyes

    Strumming my pain with her fingers
    Singing my life with her words
    Killing me softy with her song
    Killing me softly with her song
    Telling my whole life with her words
    Killing me softly with her song

    I felt all flushed with fever
    Embarrassed by the crowd
    I felt she found my letters
    And read each one out loud
    I prayed that she would finish
    But she just kept right on

    Strumming my pain with her fingers
    Singing my life with her words
    Killing me softy with her song
    Killing me softly with his song
    Telling my whole life with her words
    Killing me softly with her song

    She sang as if she knew me
    In all my dark despair
    And then she looked right through me
    As if I wasn't there
    And she kept on singing
    Singing clear and strong

    Strumming my pain with her fingers
    Singing my life with her words
    Killing me softy with her song
    Killing me softly with her song
    Telling my whole life with her words
    Killing me softly with her song

    Ohhhhhhhhhhh oohhhhhhh...
    Lalalal..ohhhh lalaaaaaaa

    She was strumming my pain
    Yeah she was singing my life
    Killing me softly with her song
    Killing me softly with her song
    Telling my whole life with her words
    Killing me softly with her song
    ----------------------------------------
    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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    Все тексты Ann Murray >>>

    I heard she sang a good song
    I heard she had a style
    And so I came to see her
    And listen for a while
    And there she was this young girl
    A stranger to my eyes

    Strumming my pain with her fingers
    Singing my life with her words
    Killing me softy with her song
    Killing me softly with her song
    Telling my whole life with her words
    Killing me softly with her song

    I felt all flushed with fever
    Embarrassed by the crowd
    I felt she found my letters
    And read each one out loud
    I prayed that she would finish
    But she just kept right on

    Strumming my pain with her fingers
    Singing my life with her words
    Killing me softy with her song
    Killing me softly with his song
    Telling my whole life with her words
    Killing me softly with her song

    She sang as if she knew me
    In all my dark despair
    And then she looked right through me
    As if I was not there
    And she kept on singing
    Singing clear and strong

    Strumming my pain with her fingers
    Singing my life with her words
    Killing me softy with her song
    Killing me softly with her song
    Telling my whole life with her words
    Killing me softly with her song

    Ohhhhhhhhhhh oohhhhhhh ...
    Lalalal..ohhhh lalaaaaaaa

    She was strumming my pain
    Yeah she was singing my life
    Killing me softly with her song
    Killing me softly with her song
    Telling my whole life with her words
    Killing me softly with her song
    ----------------------------------------
    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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