In the first days of the spring time
Made you a prince with a thousand enemies
Made a trail of… of a thousand tears
Made you a prisoner inside your own frequency

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 spring time
Made you a prince with a 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…