Cargo culte traducción al Inglés

I know of sorcerers who call upon jet airplanes
In the jungle of New Guinea
They scrutinise the skies coveting the treasure
The pillage of the freight will bring

On the Coral Sea to the passage of this
These creatures not devoid of reason
These Papuans are waiting for clouds
Viscounts or Comets falling

And as their totem could never come down at their feet
Neither Boeing nor even DC-4
They dream of hijacks and bird accidents

These naive wreckers armed with blowpipes,
Who sacrifice thus to the cult of cargo
By blowing toward the azure and airplanes.

Where are you Melody and your broken body
Does it haunts the archipeligo inhabited by sirens?
Or clinging to the freighter whose alarm siren has gone silent
did you stay

Along the currents, have you touched yet
The bright corals of the Guinean coasts
Where native sorcerers skitter in vain
Still hoping for crashing planes

Having nothing more to lose or a God to believe in,
To get my derisory love back with me again
Like them, I prayed to the night cargo flights

And I keep hoping for an air disaster
Who would bring me back Melody
Juvenile girl veered off the disastrous attraction.

"What's your name?"
"Melody"
"Melody what?"
"Melody Nelson"