Cross Country - Killing Me Softly (Charles Fox, Norman Gimbe) | Текст песни

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• Cross Country
• Killing Me Softly (Charles Fox, Norman Gimbe)

Alexey Bykov - bass
Lydia Bykova - vocal
Boris Plotnikov - harmonica
Anton Zubarev - keys
Vladimir Lisiych - drums

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

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, embarassed by the crowd
I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on

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

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