Paroles et traduction SES - Raro Froito

Raro Froito

Nos álamos do sul colga un froito, din,
Sangue nas follas, sangue nas raíz.
Corpos negros move ali o ar.
Un froito raroas árbores dan.

Pastoral estampa do elegamte sul:
Dous ollos saen da cara azul.
Aroma a magnolias a brisa dá,
E a carne queimada que inerte caerá.

É o froito que colga para os corvoscomer,
A choiva mollareo vento mover.
Colleita que o o sol corromperá,
Amargo e raro froitos álamos dan.

Rare Fruit

In the southern cottonwoods hangs a fruit, they say,
Blood on the leaves, blood on the roots.
Black bodies move the air there.
A rare fruitthe trees bear.

Pastoral scene of the elegant south:
Two eyes emerge from the blue face.
The scent of magnolias the breeze gives,
And the burnt flesh that will fall inert.

It is the fruit that hangs for the crows to eat,
The rain to dampen, the wind to shake.
Harvest that the sun will spoil,
Bitter and rare fruits the cottonwoods bear.