Lyrics:

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.

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.

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 just came to singing, singïng clear and strong.




TRAD


Vibreze durerea mea cu degetele,
cântând via?a mea cu cuvintele sale,
ma omoara încet, cu piesa lui,
ma omoara încet, cu piesa lui,
spune întreaga mea via?a cu cuvintele sale,
ma omoara încet cu piesa

Am auzit ca a cântat un cântec bun, am auzit ca a avut un stil.
?i a?a ca am venit sa-l vad pentru a asculta pentru o vreme.
?i acolo a fost acest baiat tânar, un strain pentru ochii mei.

M-am sim?it toate spalata cu febra, jenat de mul?ime,
Am sim?it ca a gasit scrisorile mele ?i sa citeasca fiecare cu voce tare.
M-am rugat ca el sa termine, dar a pastrat doar pe dreapta.

A cântat ca ?i cum el ma cuno?tea în toata disperarea mea întunecata
?i apoi sa uitat prin mine ca ?i cum n-am fost acolo.
Dar el a venit la cântând, cântând clar ?i puternic.