I know of sorcerers who summon the jets
In the jungle of New Guinea
They scan the zenith coveting the guineas
What would the looting of freight bring them? />On the coral sea as this
Device these creatures are not destitute
Of reason these Papuans are waiting for clouds
The damage of the Viscount and that of the Comet
And as their totem has never been able to bring down
At their feet neither Boeing nor even D.C. four
They dream of hijacks and bird accidents
These wreckers naive people armed with blowguns
Who thus sacrifice to the cult of cargo
By blowing towards the azure and the airplanes.
Where are you Melody and your dislocated body
br/>Does it haunt the archipelago inhabited by the sirens
Or are they clinging to the cargo ship whose siren
The alarm fell silent, did you stay e
Have you ever touched the currents
These luminous corals of the Guinean coast
Where these native sorcerers wave in vain
Who still hope for broken planes
Having nothing left to lose nor God to believe in
So that they return my paltry loves
I, like them, I prayed to the cargo ships of the night
And I keep this hope of a disaster
Air that would bring Melody back to me
Hijacked minor of the attraction of the stars.
What is your name?
Melody
Melody what?
Melody Nelson.

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