Текст (слова) песни: Simone, Nina - Strange Fruit

Lewis Allen, Sonny White

Southern trees
Bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots
Black bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin
From the poplar trees
Pastoral scene
Of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burnin flesh
Here is a fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the leaves to drop
Here is
Strange and bitter crop


As sung by Billie Holiday

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,
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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Break Down And Let It All Out
Brown Eyed Handsome Man
Come Ye
End of the Line
For Myself
Four Women
I Am Blessed
I Hold No Grudge
If I Should Lose You
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Keeper Of The Flame
Lilac Wine
Little Girl Blue
Love Me Or Leave Me
Mood Indigo
Nearer Blessed Lord
Night Song
Nobody
Our Love (Will See Us Through)
See Line Woman
Sinner Man
Strange Fruit
Take Me To The Water
Tell Me More and More and Then Some
The Ballad Of Hollis Brown
The Last Rose of Summer
The Laziest Gal in Town
The Other Woman
Trouble in Mind
What More Can I Say
Why Keep On Breaking My Heart
Wild Is The Wind
Work Song