Diana Ross - Strange Fruit French translation lyrics

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Un fruit étrange

Les arbres du Sud portent un fruit étrange,
Du sang sur les feuilles et du sang aux racines,
Des corps noirs oscillent dans le zéphyr du Sud,
Un fruit étrange qui pend aux peupliers.
Scène pastorale de ce vaillant Sud,
Les yeux saillants et les bouches tordues,
Fragrance de magnolias délicate et fraiche,
Et soudainement l'exhalaison de la chair brûlée.
Voici le fruit
Que les corbeaux entameront,
Que la pluie cueillera,
Que le vent humera, 
Que le soleil gâtera,
Que l'arbre abandonnera.
Voilà une bien étrange et amère récolte.

Strange Fruit

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swingin` in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin` from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
And the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is the 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

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Copyrights:

Author: Lewis Allan

Composer: ?

Publisher: Motown Record Corporation

Details:

Released in: 1972

Language: English

Translations: French

Submitted by Walter at Thursday 20th of December 2007 18:33

Translation submitted by Walter at Tuesday 11th of June 2013 15:07

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