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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Translation of Roberta Flack's Killing Me Softly with his Song by T Wignesan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgl-VRdXr7I Refrain : 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 (Ses doigts piquaient les nerfs de ma douleur comme sur un guitare les cordes En chantant ma vie avec ses paroles En m'assassinant doucement avec sa chanson En m'assassinant doucement avec sa chanson En racontant ma vie avec ses paroles En m'assassinant doucement avec sa chanson) 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 (J'ai entendu parler qu'il chantait bien et qu'il était doté d'un style particulier Ainsi je me suis allé lui voir un peu pour lui écouter Et là ce jeune gars me semblait à mes yeux une étrange vision) 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 one out loud I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on (Je me suis senti sur le coup d'une fièvre accablante devant la foule dans l'embarras Je pensais qu'il ait trouvé mes lettres et les lisait chacune à voix haute-là Je priais que la lecture soit achevée mais il continuait sa récitation) 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 just carried on singing, singing clear and strong (Il chantait comme s'il ait eu connaissance de l'abîme de mon désespoir Et puis son regarde posa sur moi comme si je n'y fusse pas là Mais il n'arrêta pas à chanter, chantant à voix haute avec détermination) 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 Songwriters: Norman GImbel / Charles Fox Killing Me Softly lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc Artist: Roberta Flack Album: Killing Me Softly Released: 1973 Genre: Classic Soul Awards: Grammy Award for Record of the Year, Grammy Hall of Fame, Grammy Award for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance © Translation : T. Wignesan - Paris, April 23, 2019
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