Ghosts

In the first days of the spring time Made you up and split from thousand enemies Made a trail of, of a thousand tears Made you 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 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 There's a ghost in me Who wants to say I'm sorry Doesn't mean I'm sorry There's a ghost in me Who wants to say I'm sorry Doesn't mean I'm sorry ...