Sandrine Piau - Mozart - Lucio Silla Frai pensier piu Funesti 

Fra i pensier più funesti di morte Hedged about by gloomy thoughts of death Veder parmi l'esangue consorte I see in fancy my lifeless spouse; Che con gelida mano m'addita With ice-cold hand La fumante sanguigna ferita, He shows me the fresh, gory wound. E mi dice: che tardi a morir? He speaks: Why dost thou hesitate to die? Già vacillo, già manco, già moro Already I falter, faint and die, E l'estinto mio sposo, ch'adoro And speed toward my adored dead husband, Ombra fida m'affretto a seguir. Like some faithful shade I desire to folow him.

oh my !!!! Im so thankful for them! Thank you thank you thank you! I had found the italian part but you added the translation on top which is key ;-)

I can't get enough of this aria, I alawys come back to it, the singer is just captivating ! I want to subscribe to medici just to listen to this opera !

but I hear che tardo and not che tardi ! is it normal?

this area reminds me Andre Gide's quote on Mozart: Mozart's joy is made of serenity, and a phrase of his music is like a calm thought; his simplicity is merely purity. It is a crystalline thing in which all the emotions play a role, but as if already celestially transposed. Moderation consists in feeling emotions as the angels do. - (Andre Gide)

not even close...