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 ad 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.