Every day I forget you a little
Times have changed and
Seasons are changing
And in the arid land I live now
The leaves are changing colours in the sun

Everyday I forget you a little
Like the way you forget me a little everyday

My smell that diffused into yours
Places that belonged to us,
The rag pickers, the beggars, the flies
The tea sellers, the beer-bottle man

Everyday they fade from my memories a little
Like they do from yours, slowly

And that day when you will set free
Remember that I will set free from your roots too
And catch the wind for a new nest 

To be held by other hands
When you are holding someone else's face

Like a cluster of sunflowers in the morning.