מילים לשיר Strange Fruit – UB40

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck
Here is a strange and bitter cropFor the sun to rot, for the trees to drop.