paroles de chanson Strange Fruit - Наив

Southern trees bear a
Strange, strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the root
Black bodies swinging
In the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging
From the poplar trees
Pastoral scenes of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Strange fruit!
Rotten cores!
Racist ideas!
Strange and stupid wars!
Here's fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
Strange fruit!
Rotten cores!
Racist ideas!
Strange and stupid wars!