Текст песни: Strange Fruit + перевод

Southern trees bear a strange fruit

Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze

All their strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south

The bulging eyes and twisted mouth

The gentle 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, oh, for the sun to rot, for the trees to drop

Here is the strange and bitter crop

Lynchings, beatings, castrations, and more lynchings

It almost passes human understanding

How a people could be so socially despised and yet artistically esteemed

So degraded and yet culturally influential

So ostracized and yet a dominant editorial force in American life

Alain Locke, Harlem Renaissance

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