My memories are bleeding in my head

My memories are bleeding in my head

Who will find me cure?

Wise, like an alchemist,

I pour Kashmir in my cup

And drink it like a medicine

I will heal in time

But then again

I think of freedom

Thus, my memories bleed in my head

Doctors have given up on me

Who will find me cure?

Foolish, like a lover,

I pour myself into your cup

And be drank like a dew

By the morning sun

But then again

You think of freedom

And my memories bleed in your head.