[bad word] my pain with his fingers (one time)
Singing my life with his words (two times)
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

Yo, this is Wyclef, Refugee Camp, Prakazrel
This little base sittin' up here on the base
While I'm on this pro
I got my girl "L", one time, one time
Hey yo, "L", you know you got the lyrics

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 bwoy, a stranger to my eyes
(repeat 1)

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
(rpt 1)

Oh, oh, oh... La, la, la, la...
(rpt 1...)
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О ней я слышал будто
В ней есть особый дар
И я пришел послушать
в полутемный зал.
И вот её я вижу
И это в первый раз…

Как её пальцы летали,
Словно по жизни моей,
Сколько любви и печали…
В голосе этом звучали
Слезы и радость
И с болью в сердце стоял я
Перед ней.

Я вспомнил все... сначала
Не веря сам себе,
Как будто вслух читала...
То письмо к тебе.
Но как я мог заставить
Её не продолжать.

Как её пальцы летали,
Словно по жизни моей,
Сколько любви и печали…
В голосе этом звучали
Слезы и радость
И с болью в сердце стоял я
Перед ней.

Она как будто знала
Все о тебе и мне
И песню продолжала
В полной тишине.
Сквозь зал она смотрела,
Меня не видя в нем…

Как её пальцы летали,
Словно по жизни моей,
Сколько любви и печали…
В голосе этом звучали
Слезы и радость
И с болью в сердце стоял я
Перед ней.

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 [bad word] - Killing Me Softly With Her Song

I heard she sang a good song,
I heard she had a style,
And so I came to see her,
To listen for a while . . .

And there she was this young girl,
stranger to my eyes . . .
 [bad word]  my pain with her fingers,
Singin' my life with her words,
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 . . .

I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters,
And read each one aloud . . .

I prayed that she would finish,
But she just kept right on . . .
 [bad word]  my pain with her fingers,
Singin' my life with her words,
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 . . .

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 . . .

But she was there, this stranger,
Singing clear and strong . . .
 [bad word]  my pain with her fingers,
Singin' my life with her words,
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 . . .

Killing me softly, with her song . . .