Southern trees bear a 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
Southern trees bear a 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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 tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
Južné stromy nesú zvláštne ovocie
Krv na listoch a krvi v koreni
Čierne telá sa húpajú v južnom vánku
Podivné ovocie visiace z topoľových stromov
[Verš 2]
Pastoračná scéna Gallant South
Vydutý oči a skrútené ústa
Vôňa magnólie, sladké a čerstvé
Potom náhly zápach horiaceho mäsa
[Verš 3]
Tu je ovocie pre crows na pluck
Pre dažďa zhromaždiť, pre vietor sať
Pre slnko sa otáča, pre strom klesne
Tu je zvláštna a horká plodina