JANUARY CLOUDS (Time of Mail-Order Catalogues)
Songwriter (Text & Musik): (c) Marina Salamon

January - grey clouds.
Wish I might not leave my house.
Winds just have blown the snow away.
Raindrops keep falling on my way
Keep falling on …

Turn myself, feel a strange thing invisible attracting.
It pulls me back to a box near my door.
A voice to be heard, telling more.
Telling more, more, more …

Free me from this plastic bag
Look at coloured pictures shining in the black.
Buy my best choice offers.

January - grey clouds.
Follow many more shouts.
The table in the kitchen's dotted with
'bout dozen paper bodies in width
stretching their arms.