ROBERTA FLACK - Killing Me Softly With His Song (1973)

Killing Me Softly With His Song
~ Roberta Flack



I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To 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

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed 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

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasnt there
But he was there this stranger
Singing clear and strong

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

Tristán.

Tristan is my cat. He appeared one day in the house we have in the outskirts of Elche. He was a newborn cat and my sister gave him milk with pieces of fairy cakes. That is why he's such a spoilt cat! Then my bother and his girlfriend also went to see him and feed him and, finally, they brought it home. And he has been here for four years. He's quite naughty and bites and scratches us but we love him and we spoil him. As you can see in the photograph, he has got a blue eye and a green eye.

Tristan enjoys running up and down, hiding everywhere, sleeping covered by a blanket in the sofa or in someone's bed, going outside and sitting in the window and making all the neighbours think he's going to fall, mewing when he hears the birds and when he wants us to open the doors for him to go in.

This year I'll be working in another school but I wish you all a lot of success and I'll keep collaborating from time to time here.

In Spanish:

Tristán es mi gato. Apareció un día en el chalet que tenemos en el campo, recién nacido, y mi hermana le dio leche con fartons, por eso es un gato tan mimado. Luego mi hermano y su novia fueron también a verlo y darle comida y, al final, se lo trajeron a casa. Y aquí está desde hace cuatro años, dando guerra. Nos tiene a todos arañados y mordidos (ahora menos, cuando era pequeño siempre) y, sin embargo, lo queremos y le damos todos los caprichos. Tiene un ojo azul y otro verde, como podéis ver en la foto.

A Tristán le gusta correr por toda la casa, esconderse en todas partes, dormir tapado con la manta en el sofá o en la cama de alguien, asomarse a la ventana con gran revuelo para los vecinos, que piensan que se va a caer porque al hacer piruetas en la estrecha repisa de la ventan se va a escurrir entre los barrotes del balcón, maullar a los pájaros y para que le abramos las puertas de las habitaciones cuando él quiere entrar.

Este curso voy a trabajar en otro instituto, pero os deseo a todos muchos éxitos profesionales y personales.

ABBA - "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)" (1980)

Gimme Gimme Gimme

Half past twelve
And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
Autumn winds
Blowing outside my window as I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Movie stars
Find the end of the rainbow, with a fortune to win
It's so different from the world I'm living in
Tired of T.V.
I open the window and I gaze into the night
But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight...
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight...

There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day