Текст песни Strange Fruit - The Twilight Singers

Southern trees
Bear 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 scene
Of the gallant south
The bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth

Scent of Magnolias
Sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burning flesh

Here is fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the trees to drop
Here is a strange and
Bitter crop
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Southern trees
Bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the root
Black bodies swinging
In the southern breeze
Yeah
Strange fruit indeed
Strange fruit indeed