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I heard she sang a good song,
I heard she had a style,
And so I came to see her,
To listen for a while . . .
And there she was this young girl,
A stranger to my eyes . . .
Strummin' my pain with her fingers,
Singin' my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly, with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
Killing me softly, with her song . . .
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters,
And read each one aloud . . .
I prayed that she would finish,
But she just kept right on . . .
Strummin' my pain with her fingers,
Singin' my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly, with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
Killing me softly, with her song . . .
She sang as if she knew me,
In all my dark despair,
And then she looked right through me,
As if I wasn't there . . .
But she was there, this stranger,
Singing clear and strong . . .
Strummin' my pain with her fingers,
Singin' my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
Killing me softly, with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
Killing me softly, with her song . . .
Killing me softly, with her song . . .
Пушистый снег летит с небес,
Шампанским пенятся бокалы,
И Новый год, как царь чудес,
Приходит к нам с полночным балом.
И Новый год встречаем мы,
И елка сладко пахнет детством,
И нам тепло среди зимы,
И все слова идут от сердца.
Надежда вера и любовь,
Как звезды вспыхнут в эту полночь,
И Новый год как добрый Бог,
Услышит нас и все исполнит.
С Новым годом, с Новым годом,
С новым счастьем, с новым днем,
С Новым годом, с Новым годом,
Пусть любовь придет в наш дом.
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