Killing Me Softly With This Song

I heard someone singing a good song,
A sweet girl, 'an angel,' I said
What style, what luck
I could recognize you

(chorus)
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with this song,
Killing me softly with this song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.

And fears will be left behind, only loneliness
Where does he know me from?, 'how strange,' I thought
What style, what luck
I could recognize you

(chorus)

Pieces of my life this song narrated
Where does he know me from?, 'how strange,' I thought
What style, what luck
I could recognize you

(chorus x3)