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 and 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,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each word 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 said as if he knew me
In all my god's spaer
And then he looked right through me
as if I wasn't there.
And he just kept on singing
singing clear and strong
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.
Oh,oh......
la la la la la
Oh,Oh
la~
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 was trumming my pain,
Here he was singing my life,
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.
用手指弹奏出我的苦楚，
用歌词唱出我的生活，
用轻歌他销我的魂，
用轻歌他销我的魂，
用歌词唱说我整个一生，
用轻歌他销我的魂。
听他唱了一首好歌，
听他有一种风格，
于是我来看他，
要听他唱会儿歌。
他就在那儿，这少年
我一点也不认识。
用手指弹奏出我的苦楚，
用歌词唱出我的生活，
用轻歌他销我的魂，
用轻歌他销我的魂，
用歌词唱说我整个一生，
用轻歌他销我的魂。
我感到我满脸羞红，
在人群前窘迫。
感到他发现了我的信，
大声地朗读每一封，
但愿他快停止，
但他一直往下读。
用手弹奏出我的苦楚，
用歌词唱出我的生活，
用轻歌他销我的魂，
用轻歌他销我的魂，
用歌词唱说我整个一生，
用轻歌他销我的魂。
他唱得仿佛他认识我，
知道我所有绝望，
之后他看透我的心，
又仿佛我不存在。
他只是不停地唱，
唱得清晰而激昂。
用手指弹奏出我的苦楚，
用歌词唱出我的生活，
用轻歌他销我的魂，
用轻歌他销我的魂，
用歌词唱说我整个一生，
用轻歌他销我的魂。
他在弹奏出我的苦痛，
他在唱说我的生活，
啦，啦，啦……
用轻歌他销我的魂。
用手指弹奏出我的苦痛，
用歌词唱出我的生活，
用轻歌他销我的魂，
用轻歌他销我的魂，
用歌词唱说我整个一生，
用轻歌他销我的魂。