Strange Fruit

Billie Holiday

Originale	Versione in galiziano di Sés
STRANGE FRUIT	RARO FROITO
Southern trees bear strange fruit,	Nos álamos do sul colga un froito, din,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,	Sangue nas follas, sangue nas raíz.
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,	Corpos negros move ali o ar.
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.	Un froito raroas árbores dan.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,	Pastoral estampa do elegamte sul:
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,	Dous ollos saen da cara azul.
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,	Aroma a magnolias a brisa dá,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.	E a carne queimada que inerte caerá.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,	É o froito que colga para os corvoscomer,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,	A choiva mollareo vento mover.
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,	Colleita que o o sol corromperá,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.	Amargo e raro froitos álamos dan.