You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms. The rim
of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
Sentirai il tuono e mi rammenterai,
penserai: desiderava la bufera…
Sarà una striscia di cielo accesa di rosso
e il cuore come allora in fiamme.