En 1973, Roberta Flack grababa su versión, que sería un gran
éxito internacional, y que la haría ganar tres Grammy.
Un tema increíble que jamas dejara de deleitarnos.
Esta es la letra del tema:
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.
And he just
kept on 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.
¡Disfruten!