Sadness is my blood,
And to its vein, my vein.
Where it dwells from pain,
Where it dies from hunger.
Hunger and melancholy,
For the moon to be full,
Of infatuations and joys,
I am the Prince of Sweet Sorrow.
A kiss is where you end,
And a hug of yours, my shelter.
In your mouth germinate
My delirium and my death...
If it's with you.