Ghosts

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.