Frank Sinatra - Killing Me Softly / Moon River | Текст песни и Перевод на русский

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• Frank Sinatra
• Killing Me Softly / Moon River

Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy with his song
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
and so i came to see
and listen for a while

and there he was this younge boy
a stranger to my eyes
Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy 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 letter
and read eachone out loud
I prayed that he would finish
but he just kept right on
Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy 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 darkness fair
and then he looked right through me
as if i wasn't there
and he kept on singing
singing clear and strong
Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy with his song
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly with his song

ohhhhhhhhhhh oohhhhhhh...lalalal..ohhhh lalaaaaaaa

Struming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy with his song
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me (softly)

he was strumming my pain
yeah he was seing my life
killing me softly with his song
killing em softly with his song
telling my whole life with his words
killing me softly with his song

Я слышал, как она поет,
Мне понравился ее стиль.
Я подошел посмотреть
И послушать немного.
Я увидел молодую девушку,
Которая смотрела на меня.

Она разбередила мои раны,
Пела о моей жизни,
Нежно убивая меня своей песней,
Нежно убивая меня своей песней,
Пересказывая всю мою жизнь,
Нежно убивая меня своей песней

Я был пронизан страхом,
Я был смущен толпой,
Казалось, что она нашла мои письма
И прочла их вслух.
Я надеялся, что она перестанет,
Но она продолжала петь...

Она разбередила мои раны,
Пела о моей жизни,
Нежно убивая меня своей песней,
Нежно убивая меня своей песней,
Пересказывая всю мою жизнь,
Нежно убивая меня своей песней

Она пела, как будто знала меня,
В моем отчаянии,
Потом она посмотрела сквозь меня,
Словно меня не существовало.
Она была все там же, и пела
Так красиво и сильно...

Она разбередила мои раны,
Пела о моей жизни,
Нежно убивая меня своей песней,
Нежно убивая меня своей песней,
Пересказывая всю мою жизнь,
Нежно убивая меня своей песней