Idioma Origen:
Ohí, que alguien cantaba una buena canción
una muchacha dulce, un angel dije yo
Que estilo aquel, que suerte, pude reconocerle.
Strumming my pain with his finger
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
Y atrás quedan temores, sólo la soledad
de donde me conocen, que extraño pensé yo.
Que estilo aquel que suerte, pude reconocerle.
Strumming my pain with his finger
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
Pedazo de mi vida narraba esta canción
de donde me conocen que extraño pense yo
Que estilo aquel que suerte, pude reconocerle.
Strumming my pain with his finger
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
Idioma Destino:
Ohí, que alguien cantaba una buena canción
una muchacha dulce, un angel dije yo
Que estilo aquel, que suerte, pude reconocerle.
Strumming my pain with his finger
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
Y atrás quedan temores, sólo la soledad
de donde me conocen, que extraño pensé yo.
Que estilo aquel que suerte, pude reconocerle.
Strumming my pain with his finger
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
Pedazo de mi vida narraba esta canción
de donde me conocen que extraño pense yo
Que estilo aquel que suerte, pude reconocerle.
Strumming my pain with his finger
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