Качки - вони такі!
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I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking past a pond
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious of the duck
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have constant fear that something's
Always near
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a phobia that some duck's
Always there
Have you run your feathers down
The wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared
To take a look
At the corner of the pond
You've sensed that something's
Watching you
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard quack-quack's behind
And turned around and no bird's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's
Some duck there
Watching nature films the night before
Debating duckies and fauna
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On quacking shadows from the pond
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have constant fear that something's
Always near
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a phobia that some duck's
Always there
I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking past a pond
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious of the duck
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have constant fear that something's
Always near
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a phobia that some duck's
Always there
Have you run your feathers down
The wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared
To take a look
At the corner of the pond
You've sensed that something's
Watching you
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard quack-quack's behind
And turned around and no bird's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's
Some duck there
Watching nature films the night before
Debating duckies and fauna
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On quacking shadows from the pond
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have constant fear that something's
Always near
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a phobia that some duck's
Always there