The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave To the dark and the endless skies my love To the dark and the endless skies
The first time ever I kissed your mouth I felt the earth move in my hand Like the trembling heart of a captive bird That was there at my command my love That was there at my command my love
And the first time ever I lay with you I felt your heart so close to mine And I knew our joy would fill the earth And last 'till the end of time my love And it would last 'till the end of time
The first time ever I saw your face Your face, your face
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 to 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, 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
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong
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
Roberta Flack
MATÁNDOME SUAVEMENTE
de Charles Fox y Norman Gimbel
Removiendo mi dolor con sus dedos cantando mi vida con sus palabras, matándome suavemente con su canción, matándome suavemente con su canción, Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras, matándome suavemente con su canción.
Me dijeron que cantaba una buena canción, que la cantaba con estilo, así que vine a ver y escucharle un rato. Y ahí estaba este muchacho, un extraño ante mis ojos.
Removiendo mi dolor con sus dedos cantando mi vida con sus palabras, matándome suavemente con su canción, matándome suavemente con su canción, Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras, matándome suavemente con su canción.
Me sonrojé tanto hasta sentir fiebre, avergonzada entre el público, parecía haber encontrado mis cartas y que las leía en voz alta. Pedí a Dios que acabara por fin, pero él continuaba.
Removiendo mi dolor con sus dedos cantando mi vida con sus palabras, matándome suavemente con su canción, matándome suavemente con su canción, Contando toda mi vida con sus palabras, matándome suavemente con su canción.
Cantaba como si me conociera en todas mis penurias. Y luego miró justo a través mío como si yo no estuviera presente. Y continuó cantando, cantando claro y fuerte.
Removiendo mi dolor con sus dedos cantando mi vida con sus palabras, matándome suavemente con su canción, matándome suavemente con su canción, contando toda mi vida con sus palabras, matándome suavemente con su canción.
