In the first days of the spring time
made you up and split from one thousand enemies
made a trail of, of a thousand tears
made you a prisoner inside your own secrecy
There's a ghost in me
who wants to say «I'm sorry»
Doesn't mean I'm sorry
At the first hour of the springtime
made you up and split from one thousand enemies
now I see you from the corner
clock strikes
and I know you will be drinking alone
There's a ghost in me
who wants to say «I'm sorry»
Doesn't mean I'm sorry