Strange Fruit

Billie Holiday
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OriginalVersão portuguesa / Versione portoghese / Portuguese version ...

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.

Árvores do sul
dão estranhos frutos
sangue nas folhas e sangue nas raízes

O corpo negro balança na brisa do sul
O estranho fruto pende das árvores do sul

Cena bucólica do galante sul
Olhos esbugalhados e boca retorcida
Aroma de magnólias, doce e fresco
e o súbito fedor de carne ardendo

Eis aí, o fruto!
para os corvos bicarem
para as chuvas diluírem
para os ventos sugarem
como lágrimas da árvore
para o Sol torrar

Eis aí, a mais estranha e amarga cata!

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