Sangtekster:
Marcus Miller

Southern trees bearin' strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hangin' from

Hiding mystery in my head I avoid the arms that with pleasure Would welcome my surrender I can't even trust my eyes The path I walked is paved with

They say into your early life romance came And in this heart of yours burned a flame A flame that flickered one day and died away Then with disillusion

Oversettelse: Marcus Miller. Rush Over.