Testo Jalousie

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