ARTE DE TRANSFORMAR XX

STRANGE FRUIT

Seven trees
Bearin' strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots
Black bodies Swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin'
From the poplar trees
Pastoral scene
Of the gallant south

Them big bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burnin' 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 leaves to drop
Here is Strange and bitter crop

Lewis Allen, Sonny White. Intrepretada por Nina Simone