Wyclef) Ladies and gentleman, Its your boy Wyclef Jean.
You heard the Fugees version of "Killing Me Softly", right?
I wanna introduce Miss Kingsley
(Rebecca Kingsley) Hola
(Wyclef) The bachata version
(Rebecca Kingsley) Ya tu sabe
(Wyclef) You ready?
(Rebecca Kingsley) Yeh... Vamos
(Wyclef) Hold her tight on the dance floor. Lets go
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
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
Y yo me sonrojaba, vergüenza que senti
Porque sus tristes versos hablaba de mi
Rogue que terminara, pero el solo continuaba
Mirandome fijamente
Me dedico su canción
Matandome suavemente, muy suavemente
Hablando toda mi vida, mi historia
Muy suavemente con su canción
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
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