In the first days of the springtime Made you a prince with a thousand enemies Made a trail 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 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