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10 jul 19
DeRank ™: 37,42
Translating is always betraying. 6) Strange fruit
Strange Fruit Lyrics Billie Holiday
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Here is a pastoral scene of the valiant South: bulging eyes and twisted mouths,
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh, in the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is the fruit that the crows pick,
That the rain gathers, that the wind sucks,
That the sun rots, that the trees drop,
Here is a strange and bitter harvest.
Strange Fruit Lyrics Billie Holiday
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Here is a pastoral scene of the valiant South: bulging eyes and twisted mouths,
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh, in the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is the fruit that the crows pick,
That the rain gathers, that the wind sucks,
That the sun rots, that the trees drop,
Here is a strange and bitter harvest.
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