Testo Strange Fruit

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 poplar trees

Pastoral scene of gallant sound
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh 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, the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop