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Southern trees bearing strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the po

Regarde, il gèle Là sous mes yeux Des stalactites de rêves Trop vieux Toutes ces promesses Qui s'évaporent Vers d'autres ciels Vers d'autres ports Et mes r

You said you'd call And I beg you to do so You said you'd call And I beg you to do so Maybe you don't wanna grow To find all the things To makes grown up cry Yo

go to war little helmet make them proud say goodbye little helmet say it loud a crown for clowns don't be shy little helmet just a war catch a bullet little hel

Broken dreams of flyin birds Dirty hands on skinny arms just hanging down her shoulders like a deadly young old tree and a bit of blood rollin', gently down her