Текст песни Strange Fruit

Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root 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 Here is a strange and bitter crop Here is a strange and bitter crop