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.