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Appeared finally on our own swamps bar .
There has even I could hit as a local swamp cowboy.
And again, the door swings open with a challenge to his feet,
I quickly pick up the model so as not to " ssyklo " and to not beat , how to behave,
if this will fly again , offended by the fact that I forgot a jacket here .
But on the threshold , which is not to relax, I see a duck.
Passed, exuding a special smell . " Well stink !" -
someone said . He duck in a human cuts , " Sucker , remember , so Chthon
Your local smells ! ". And climbed on a stool at the counter :
" Captain, do-it- ka give me a little bit a lot of vodka ."
Struck by the bartender , pouring , spoke : " You know, you
easy to arrange in a circus . " Duck willfully revived : " Yeah, but need
painters in the circus ? " Her tone was apparent escalation of the conflict .
And I remembered what Chthon . And it was forgotten
desire to forget in the comfort of the bar , where the rack aggressively
recruited duck prokryakav loudly : " Well, kryaknem and bulknem in the mud !"

A talking duck, as I feared , suffered :
"You know , I've been riding the subway recently , your brother in the car was full ,
when brought back two cormorants due to distant seas .
Compared with local, settled freely and loudly
cluck started in their own way about her something.
And your feel , instead of " Here borzota !" Think, " That's how freedom
transforming them , not shackled and are not used to be shy ,
even in the car did not violate each other's personal space .
And we're all clogged . But nothing, not weak Japanese
was changed , and we also ... "Then the duck brought : " The Japanese even funny
look up in a fit , not as a second grade !
And you , you're marsh penguins ! You are always in a heap ! And he yells Cormorant
from want as much as two "personal space" cry it out ,
plus your neighbor's . And you cramped feeling of brotherhood
brought up , wing to wing ! "I straightened out loud :" Shoulder to shoulder " .
Duck turned to me : " Something here is against our Silent ?"

On the stool , piled on the wing, staggered went to me , "Well, ssyklo ,
Here are my pen to him need your "on the edge " ... "
The bartender we drove . It was a season of color duck .
Blyuya , she said: " Vile causing vomiting cramps in my stomach,
you have won, moron , go, enjoy freedom in the swamps .
It is in our view a good fit grilles on the windows of room . "
This creature his run of me almost getting through .
But I remembered the natural sciences : "A dick if you then in warmer climes
sёbyvaesh when here comes the cold meat ? "
" Come on, cold ... to you with their way of life and their hlyupenkaya winter
stuck . " Duck - painter did not give up . And I ventilate a bit ,
cheered and stopped painful existence ducks .

Chorus:

Duck painter decided to go have a drink in the bar.
Duck painter decided to go have a drink in the bar.
Duck painter decided to go have a drink in the bar.
In the soul there all shit , was released to couples!
Duck painter decided to go have a drink in the bar.
Duck painter decided to go have a drink in the bar.
Duck painter decided to go have a drink in the bar.
Be thou damned duck - painter !