Billie Holiday - Strange fruit

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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.

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.


Inne utwory

  • If my heart could only talk
  • A sailboat in the moonlight
  • How am I to know
  • God bless the child
  • More than you know
  • Romance in the dark
  • P.S. I love you
  • Miss Brown to you
  • Some other spring
  • Farewell to storyville
  • Body and soul
  • Nice work if you can get it
  • Jeepers creepers
  • Georgia on my mind
  • Do your duty
  • Losowe utwory

    Do widzenia Julio

    Jak dla góry śnieg
    jak dla morza brzeg
    dla choroby lek
    bylaś przeznaczeniem
    w sercu miałaś kont
    i pomocną dłoń
    opuściłaś schron jak aktorka scene

    ref:
    Do widzenia moja Julio do widzenia
    Czas ucieka i jak rzeka brzegi zmienia

    When i see you smile

    Sometimes I wonder
    If I d ever make it through
    Through this world
    without having in you
    I just wouldn t have a clue
    Cause sometimes it seems
    Like this world s closing in on me
    And there s no way of breaking free
    And then I see you reach for me
    Sometimes I wanna give up
    Wanna give in
    I...

    Whistle stop

    Oooo oooo da waddee
    oooo oooo da waddee
    oooo oooo da waddee
    ooooo oooo

    I live in a whistle stop town
    Where everyone thinks I m a clown
    because I like to hear the train whistle blow

    Just because the trains never stop
    They say that I m gonna blow my top
    But I like to hear the train...

    River of dreams

    In the middle of the night
    I go walking in my sleep
    From the mountains of faith
    To a river so deep
    I must be looking for something
    Something sacred I lost
    But the river is wide
    And it s to hard to cross

    And even though I know...

    Hall mitt hjarta

    Hall mitt hjärta, håll min själ
    Lägg mitt huvud, i ditt knä
    Säg att du menar, o vill mig väl
    Håll mitt hjärta, håll min själ

    Som jag väntat, alla år
    Du kan läka, mina sår
    Ta mina händer, och gör mig hel
    Ta mitt hjärta, ta min själ

    Håll mitt hjärta, håll min själ
    Låt mig vara, stanna...