je sais moi des sorciers qui invoquent les jets dans la jungle de nouvelle guine ils scrutent le znith convoitant les guines que leur rapporterait le pillage du fret sur la mer de corail au passage de cet appareil ces cratures non dnues de raison ces papous attendent des nues l avarie du viscount et celle du comet et comme leur totem n a jamais pu abattre a leurs pieds ni boeing ni mme d c quatre ils rvent de hijacks et d accidents d oiseaux ces naufrageurs nafs arms de sarbacanes qui sacrifient ainsi au culte du cargo en soufflant vers l azur et les aroplanes o es tu melody et ton corps disloqu hante t il l archipel que peuplent les sirnes ou bien accrochs au cargo dont la sirne d alarme s est tue es tu reste au hasard des courants as tu dj touch ces lumineux coraux des ctes guinennes o s agitent en vain ces sorciers indignes qui esprent encore des avions briss n ayant plus rien perdre ni dieu en qui croire afin qu ils me rendent mes amours drisoires moi comme eux j ai pri les cargos de la nuit et je garde cette esprance d un dsastre arien qui me ramnerait melody mineure dtourne de l attraction des astres  tu t appelles comment melody melody comment melody nelson english translation i know of the sorcerers who summon the jets in the jungles of new guinea they scrutinize the zenith coveting the guineas that the pillage of their freight would bring them on the coral sea in the wake of this machine these creatures are not devoid of reason the papuans wait for vapour from the wreck of the viscount and the comet and because their totem has never been able to shoot down to their feet neither boeing nor dc 4 they dream of hijackings and accidents with birds these naive shipwreckers armed with blowguns for sacrifices to the cargo cult they blow toward the azure sky and the airplanes where are you and your broken body melody is it haunting the archipelago where the sirens live or hanging from the cargo plane whose siren has now become silenced did you stay adrift on random currents have you already touched those luminous corals of the guinean coast where indigenous magicians acting in vain still hope for broken planes having nothing to lose nor a god to believe in they give me meaningless desires to pray like them to the cargo planes at night and i hold onto this hope of a disaster in the air which would bring melody back to me a minor turned away from the attraction of the stars2