http://www.rickycorreo.com

Kiling Me Softly With His Song
Pitingo

Oí, que alguien cantaba
Una buena canción.
Una muchacha dulce,
Un ángel dije yo.

Que estilo aquel, que suerte,
Pude reconocerle.

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.

Y atrás quedan temores,
Sólo la soledad.
¿De dónde me conoce?,
Que extraño, pensé yo.

Que estilo aquel que suerte,
Pude reconocerle.

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.

Pedazo de mi vida,
Narraba esta canción.
¿De donde me conoce?,
Que extraño, pensé yo.

Que estilo aquel que suerte,
Pude reconocerle.

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.

Oh oh oh oh oh.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.
La la la la la la
Oh oh oh.
La ah ah.
Oh oh oh.
La ah ah ah ah ah.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

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.

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.

Strumming my pain.