Robert Wyatt - Strange Fruit текст песни

Текст песни Strange Fruit - Robert Wyatt



The Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the 'Gallant South'
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a 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...



Авторы: Lewis Allan


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Альбом Nothing Can Stop Us
дата релиза
26-10-2008




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