Ответ на пост «Все тыквенные рекорды за 126 лет»⁠⁠2

@Valik567, я тоже не удержался. Правда, пикабушечка потребовала обрезать видео под 3 минуты (((

Upd: текст песни

The Pumpkin Parade

(Verse 1)
I found a seed in a paper cup,
Back when the soil was still warming up.
You said, "Plant it deep, where the sun can reach,
And we'll learn the things that the rain can teach."
I watched the vine stretch across the ground,
In every leaf, a new promise found.
A little green bud, then a flower so bright,
We were building something in the fading light.

(Chorus)
Oh, the pumpkin grew so round and slow,
A secret that only the earth could know.
We watered it with the summer rain,
Never thinking of the autumn pain.
Oh, the pumpkin grew, a heavy load,
In the middle of a winding road.
We thought that it would always shine,
This harvest of yours and mine.

(Verse 2)
Then the skin turned orange, hard and tight,
We brought it inside on a September night.
You laid it down on the kitchen floor,
And you quietly closed the kitchen door.
You sliced it open with a steady hand,
Pulled out the strings like ribbons of sand.
You spiced the flesh with cinnamon sweet,
And I felt the heat in the summer heat.
We pushed it in the oven, watched the timer spin,
Let the juices run and the flavor begin.

(Chorus)
Oh, the pumpkin grew so round and slow,
A secret that only the earth could know.
We watered it with the summer rain,
Never thinking of the autumn pain.
Oh, the pumpkin grew, a heavy load,
In the middle of a winding road.
We thought that it would always shine,
This harvest of yours and mine.

(Verse 3)
But you left the pumpkin out in the field,
To the frost and the crows, with nothing to yield.
I went back to find it where we let it drop,
But the vine had died and the vine had stopped.
The face was soft, collapsing in,
A cave for the wasps, a home for the wind.
The pulp was mush, the smell was old,
A bitter story that the October told.
Just a hollow shell where the flesh had been,
Like the memory of a lover's skin.

(Outro Chorus)
Yeah, the pumpkin grew so round and slow...
(Now it's just a shadow in the frost and snow).
We watered it with the summer rain...
(Now it's just a bruise on the dusty plain).
Oh, the pumpkin rolled and split in two,
The way that I'm still split by you.
I guess some pies just aren't meant to keep,
Just a rotten heart in a frozen heap.