Frank Sinatra - Killing Me Softly - Нежно убив меня песней

  • Текст песни:

    I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style.
    And so I came to see her and listen for a while.
    And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes.

    Strumming my pain with her fingers,
    singing 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 out loud.
    I prayed that she would finish but she just kept right on.

    Strumming my pain with her fingers,
    singing 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 the stranger (just came to singing), singing clear and strong.

    Strumming my pain with her fingers,
    singing 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
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    Нежно убив меня песней

    Я знал - он песни пишет,
    Я слышал - в них есть стиль,
    И чтоб его услышать,
    Концерт я посетил.
    И вот - чужой парнишка,
    Гитару обхватив,

    ПРИПЕВ.
    Всю мою жизнь спев словесно,
    Боль мою пальцами рвя,
    Нежно убив меня песней,
    Нежно убив меня песней,
    Жизнь рассказав мою честно,
    Песнею нежно убил меня.
    Источник commtag.com

    Я задрожал, смущенный,
    Перехватило дух.
    Он выкрал мои письма
    И читал их громко вслух!
    А я молил: умолкни,
    Но он к мольбам был глух...

    ПРИПЕВ.

    Он пел, как-будто знает
    Глубинный мой секрет,
    Но сквозь меня взглянул он,
    Как-будто меня нет!
    И продолжал петь звонко
    Еще один куплет...

    ПРИПЕВ.

    Он пропел мою жизнь...
    Он сыграл мою боль...
    Нежно убив меня песней,
    Нежно убив меня песней,
    Жизнь рассказав мою честно,
    Песнею нежно убил меня.