Gala 5

Hoy, que alguien cantaba una buena canción
Una muchacha dulce, un angel dije yo
Que estilo aquel que suerte
Pude reconocerme

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
Solo la soledad
De donde me conoce
Que extraño pense yo
Que estilo aquel que suerte
Pude reconocerla

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