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 on 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 from 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 of 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

When someone touches your mind

For a while

When someone touches your…

When someone touches your mind

When someone touches your mind

Your mind

Your mind

Your mind