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... // - Lori Lieberman (1951 - ), Norman Gimbel (1927 - 2018): Killing Me Softly with His Song
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ギターで心疼かせ、／私の人生歌う。／／彼の歌が私を、／そっと殺してゆく。／／彼の言葉が私の人生を、／彼の歌が私をそっと殺す…／／ - ロリ・リーバーマン (1951 - )、ノーマン・ギンベル (1927 - 2018): 『やさしく歌って』（【歌える訳詞】岡本健 (1963 - )）
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