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