El Príncipe de la Dulce Pena
The sadness is my blood,
and to its side my vein,
Where pain Moor,
where she dies of hunger.
Hunger and melancola,
of which the full moon est,
of amoros and you cheer,
I am prncipe of the sweet pain,
A kiss is where your you finish,
and a hug yours my shelter.
T mouth where all germinates,
My delirium and my death If it is with you.