Testo di Dido's Reply

And if you find your Illium And if you build your troy I hope you feel the pain I felt Twice upon your sword Aeneas on your noble hands My life shall stain with blood Let Dido’s curse rest in the mind A shade begot by love Carthage shall this grudge recall Upon your 7 hills And nothing less than misery Will remind you who you killed And though with hate I suffer now The truth is deeper still For I love you with my dying breath And know I always will Beyond this world into the next I know I always will