I heard he sang a good song 我听到他唱了首好听的歌

I heard he had a style 我听说他有一个风格

And so I came to see him 所以，我来见他

To listen for a while. 要收听一段时间。

   

And there he was this young boy 他就在那儿这位年轻男孩

A stranger to my eyes. 一个陌生人到我的眼睛。

Strumming my pain with his fingers 轻抚我的伤痛，他的手指

Singing my life with his words 唱我的生活与他的话

Killing me softly with his song 温柔得迷死他的歌

Killing me softly with his song 温柔得迷死他的歌

Telling my whole life with his words 说我整个一生用他的话

Killing me softly, with his song. 笑死我轻轻地，他的歌。

   

I felt all flushed with fever 我觉得自己都脸红发热

Embarassed by the crowd, 在众人的尴尬，

I felt he found my letters 我觉得他看到了我写

And read each one out loud. 并阅读每一个出声来。

   

I prayed that he would finish 我祈祷他会完成

But he just kept right on. 但他只是不停地对上。

Strumming my pain with his fingers 轻抚我的伤痛，他的手指

Singing my life with his words 唱我的生活与他的话

Killing me softly with his song 温柔得迷死他的歌

Killing me softly with his song 温柔得迷死他的歌

Telling my whole life with his words 说我整个一生用他的话

Killing me softly. 轻轻地杀了我。

   

He sang as if he knew me 他唱着歌，好像他知道我

In all my dark despair 在我最阴暗绝望

And then he looked right through me 然后他看向我这边

As if I wasn't there. 就好像我不存在。

   

But he was there a stranger 但他有没有陌生人

Singing clear and loud 歌声清晰而响亮

Strumming my pain with his fingers 轻抚我的伤痛，他的手指

Singing my life with his words 唱我的生活与他的话

Killing me softly with his song 温柔得迷死他的歌

Killing me softly with his song 温柔得迷死他的歌

Telling my whole life with his words 说我整个一生用他的话

Killing me softly, with his song... 笑死我轻轻地，他的歌...