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Ludas li mian doloron Per siaj fingroj kaj parol' Murdas min pace per sia kant' Murdas min pace per sia kant' Li mian vivon vortumas Murdas min pace per sia kant' |
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 |
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Laŭdire li belkantas En sia propra stil' Mi venis vidi kio estas tiu bril' Li tie estis, juna knab' Mi ne konis lin |
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, stranger to my eyes |
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Ludas li mian doloron... |
Strumming my pain with his fingers... |
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Mi nur ruĝiĝis Ekbrulis mia korp' Mi sentis kvazaŭ voĉlegus li rekte el mia kor' Mi preĝis ke li ĉesu Sed li daŭrigis plu... |
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... |
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Ludas li mian doloron... |
Strumming my pain with his fingers... |
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Li kantis min internen Pri ĉiu ajn deprim' Rigardis li tra mi tiam sen rimarki min Li tiam nur plukantis Per kristala voc'... |
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... |
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Ludas li mian doloron... |
Strumming my pain with his fingers... |
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Ludas li mian doloron... |
Strumming my pain with his fingers... |