Strange Fruits 歌词

Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black body 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 the burning flesh Ch: Aux arbres du Sud pendent d'étranges fruits Des corps noirs qui se balancent La douce odeur des magnolias Chassée par la chair brûlée Here's 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 Ch: Aux arbres du Sud pendent d'étranges fruits Des corps noirs qui se balancent La douce odeur des magnolias Chassée par la chair brûlée