Artiste : 	Thor Serti
Chanson : 	Ma Quête (translation)
Album :	Impression Fixation Transfert 


I'm going back to the cradle like an actor playing his part
I'm throwing hoops, writing letters and spitting on the backs.  
I'm mad; but if I catch her like a sexually transmitted disease
She's waiting for the end of the rainbow to appear.
She flirts with parallel realities like Excalibur. 
Ectoplasm like Shadowcat, "already she's transfiguring".
Too late, too far. Even if I'd have needed treatment
I'm only a dot: disappearance boom-boom.
Gold and bed propped: cream and fuck come first.
Nickel-plated pig from the 2013, obese with a boron heart,
Lanthanum, iodine, selenium, I tear you to pieces like Psylocke,
Mutilate you like Wolverine just before I make you pregnant.
I don't have Longshot's luck: mine I provoke.
I teleport like Magik, assimilate like Havok
Cosmic rays, plus phoenix's psionic blasts.
Fast nix, strain like Onyx, play center with the Knicks.
I carry you like my caries. You don't laugh when I quarter you.
Peri wearing a sari, taken for a peccary,
Passionately interested in zoology and in different shades
Saffron, lemon, canary, sore breast,
Diam of Dim, Chantelle, ravishing lace
Lacroix suit, low-fronted shoes, accidental encounter.
That woman is a drawing. Her hair like a swarm 
Is surrounding me. Dawn complexion: before her nobody's a saint. 
It lacks me though the freshness of a true flower,
For example of Cécile Caillaud, whose glance brushes against me.