Дима Билан Killing me softly ("Fugees")

Текст песни "Дима Билан — Killing me softly ("Fugees")"

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

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