Andra Day - Strange Fruit
Translated lyrics of Andra Day - Strange Fruit to Spanish
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- Andra Day
- Strange Fruit
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Strange Fruit
Lyrics of Andra Day - Strange Fruit
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 a 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 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 a 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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Publicado el: 2021-02-24 09:59:45 por panzas
Fruta Extraña
Translation into Spanish of Strange Fruit
Arboles sureños cargan una fruta extraña
sangre en las hojas y sangre en la raiz
cuerpos negros moviendose en la brisa sureña
fruta extraña colgando de arboles de alamo
escena pastoral de un sur gallardo
los ojos saltones y la boca retorcida
esencia de magnolias, dulce y fresca
entonces de un olor repentino de carne quemada
aqui esta la gruta para que los cuervos se desplumen
para la lluvia que agarre, para que el viento chipe
para que el sol se pudra, para que los arboles caigan
aqui esta un extraño amargo cultivo
Arboles sureños cargan una fruta extraña
sangre en las hojas y sangre en la raiz
cuerpos negros moviendose en la brisa sureña
fruta extraña colgando de arboles de alamo
escena pastoral de un sur gallardo
los ojos saltones y la boca retorcida
esencia de magnolias, dulce y fresca
entonces de un olor repentino de carne quemada
aqui esta la gruta para que los cuervos se desplumen
para la lluvia que agarre, para que el viento chipe
para que el sol se pudra, para que los arboles caigan
aqui esta un extraño amargo cultivo
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