Southern trees bear 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 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.
Южные деревья приносят странные плоды,
Кровь на листьях и кровь в корне,
Черное тело, качающееся в южном бризе,
Странные фрукты, свисающие с тополя.
Пасторальная сцена галантного Юга,
Глаза навыкате и искривленный рот,
Аромат магнолии, сладкой и свежей,
Внезапный запах горящей плоти!
Вот фрукты для ворон, чтобы щипнуть,
Для дождя, чтобы собраться, для ветра, чтобы высосать,
Для солнца, чтобы гнить, для деревьев, чтобы понизиться,
Вот странный и горький урожай.
Southern Trees Bear 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,
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.
Southern trees bring strange fruits,
Blood on the leaves and blood in the root,
Black body swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruits hanging from the poplar.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
Eyes and a curved mouth,
The aroma of magnolia, sweet and fresh,
The sudden smell of burning flesh!
Here are fruits for raven to pinch,
For rain, to get together, for the wind, to suck,
For the sun to rot, for trees to lower,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
