Angry Duck

I’m looking at the Angry duck,
She looks so sweet and very smart.
Why don't you tell me all the truth?
Don’t hide away your eyes from me,
I really want you would be happy my little sweetly angry duck.
And in her eyes appeared something,
Just like the brilliants in the dark,
The tears turned into a river,
And flow has gone away to park.
Meanwhile the sun is goin' down
And doesn’t even shine at all,
But she's still watching in the sky,
Meanwhile the scary clouds are pressing…
What can I do to make you’re smiling?
She keeps a silence - answer none.
I hear ringing telephone, but I don't care,
Just keep on looking at the sky.
I guess you're waiting something there,
Don’t left me here all alone,
Don’t look at sky which painted bloody,
Anyway you cannot fly,
You wasn't born but made by men!
You’re just the toy who has been bought,
I'm sorry for the mortal truth!
It’s sadly so, that you can't fly.
You and I will never join to other birds in their trip.
It’s getting colder, winter's come.
The frozen lakes with pretty swans,
So attract to itself, games.
We’re sitting both at window still.
She looks like always has been ill,
Pain is cracking by the heart,
Looking both at darkest park,
And I don't know what have to do.
I'm getting old, it's hard to stay,
Constantly one wish - just to lay...
She always has been here with me,
And lookin' on the Angry Duck
I guess I got why we’re still here.
I see her tear’s creeping down,
She knows she’ll never be with wings,
She only dares to dream about it...
All I can - don't let them
Take away my angry duck,
Let she stay about window!
Let she look at pretty swans!