Lyrics 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!
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