The Anatinae are a subfamily of the family Anatidae (swans, geese and ducks). Its surviving members are the dabbling ducks, which feed mainly at the surface rather than by diving. The other members of the Anatinae are the extinct moa-nalo, a young but highly apomorphic lineage derived from the dabbling ducks.
There has been much debate about the dabbling ducks' systematical status and which ducks belong to the Anatinae. As understood here, the subfamily contains only the dabbling ducks and their close relatives, the extinct moa-nalos. Alternatively, the Anatinae are considered to include most "ducks", and the dabbling ducks form a tribe Anatini within these. The classification as presented here more appropriately reflects the remaining uncertainty about the interrelationships of the major lineages of Anatidae (waterfowl).
The dabbling duck group, of worldwide distribution, was delimited in a 1986 study to include eight genera and some 50–60 living species. However, Salvadori's teal is almost certainly closely related to the pink-eared duck, and other genera are likewise of unresolved affiliation. The peculiar marbled duck, formerly tentatively assigned to the dabbling ducks, is thought to be a diving duck or even a distinct subfamily.
Waking up in these confines (Confines...)
In my thoughs I got my ways to hide it all (to hide it
all...)
Shadows rising, shadows fall
Deep inside I hear them call
I believe I'm done before new dawn
My divide is sleeping filled in my delusions
Strangers we are, still the same as we'd be in love
so bring the morning light and pull the curtains wide
And rise the burning sun
Waking up to realize (Realize...)
Standing out to see the life beyond war
If I'm blinded to collide, in the end I'm crusified
I believe I'm done before new dawn
My divide is sleeping filled in my delusions
Strangers we are, still the the same as we´d be in
love, in the lunar light so pull the curtains tigh
And stands beside me
Strangers we are, still the same as we'd be in love
So bring the morning light and pull the curtains wide
Rise the burning sun
(Solo)
Strangers we are, still the same as we'd be in love
In the lunar light so pull the curtains tight
And stands beside
Strangers we are, still the same as we'd be in love
So bring the morning light and pull the curtains wide