Jalousie
Amon Düül II
Why do you hide your fantasy
Like a garden no-one is allowed to see
Your secret world means much to me
Your untold dreams I love to see
But you increase your prestige
When you put your self-portrait
On a dry gin label
While the snow at your feet
Turns green from the heat
A dancing dog on top of a rock
Talks to you
Why do you guard your privacy
Like the pages of a young girl's diary
All I can see is a closed jalousie
When you arrange the pieces of reality
You sit on a sofa
Watch the world on TV
Count the fingerprints on your emotion
But your consciousness can be wide like an ocean
Why do you reduce
The size of your smile
When someone touches your mind
For a while
