Fugees- Killing me softly
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 heard he sang a good song, i heard he had a style,
And so i came to see him and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, 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,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he 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,
Killing me softly with his song
Yo l-boogie, take it to the bridge
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 finger, yeah he was . . .

...uz ovu pjesmu ponovo mi se vratila 96ta u glavi. Citam Fun magazin, vozim se trolom i imam svaki dan po dvije marke. Vidim iCinemu, sjecam se prvih izbora poslije rata ova pjesma tamo svirala kasno uvece a ja kratko sam osisan, na sebi imam farmerke i duboke tene sto mi poslala familija iz Svedske 94te godine...
