Strange Fruit
(专辑： Through The Looking Glass - 1987)
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, Of 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
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