Текст песни Strange Fruit - UB40
Southern
trees
bear
a
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
magnolia
sweet
and
fresh
Then
the
sudden
smell
of
burning
flesh.
Here
is
a
fruit
for
the
crow
to
pluck
For
the
rain
to
wither,
for
the
wind
to
suck
For
the
sun
to
rot,
for
the
trees
to
drop
Here
is
a
strange
and
bitter
crop.
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