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, a stranger to my eyes.
客有妙歌
獨具一格
吾聞趨聽
素未謀麵
吾詫其少
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.
弦動我痛
詞訴我生
其歌索命
其曲斷魂
唱盡我生
撕我心肺
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.
如遭群嘲,麵赤無措
似信曝光,當眾宣讀
祈其速止,朗聲不息
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.
弦撥舊痛
歌述我生
其曲追命
其歌斷魂
似訴我生
肝腸俱斷
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 was that a stranger, singing clear and strong.
我之絕望,盡在其歌
其目掠過,如我不存
陌生歌者,清音嘹亮
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.
弦撥我痛
詞述我生
其歌奪命
其曲索魂
訴盡我生
肝腸寸斷