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 with his song
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
Killing Me Softly With His Song
by Roberta Flack
https://youtu.be/kgl-VRdXr7I
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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
私の痛みを彼の指でかき鳴らして
私の人生を彼の言葉で歌って
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
私のすべての人生を彼の言葉で話して
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
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
彼がいい歌を歌うって聞いた、スタイルがあるって聞いた
だから私は彼を見に来て、そして、しばらく聞いてたの
彼はそこにいた、この若い男の子、私の目には異邦人
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
私の痛みを彼の指でかき鳴らして
私の人生を彼の言葉で歌って
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
私のすべての人生を彼の言葉で話して
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
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
熱で顔が赤くなったのを感じて、観衆がいてはずかしかった
彼が私の文字を見つけ、それを大声で読んだように感じた
読み終えてほしいと祈ったけれど、彼はただ読み続けた
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
私の痛みを彼の指でかき鳴らして
私の人生を彼の言葉で歌って
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
私のすべての人生を彼の言葉で話して
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
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
彼はまるで暗い絶望のなかにいる私のことを知っているみたいに歌った
それからまるで私がいないみたいに私をまっすぐに見つめた
彼はそこにいた、この異邦人、はっきりと大声で歌って
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
私の痛みを彼の指でかき鳴らして
私の人生を彼の言葉で歌って
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
私のすべての人生を彼の言葉で話して
私を彼の歌でやさしく殺して
The Dock of the Bay
by Otis Redding
https://kushima38.kagoyacloud.com/?p=55276