Introducing, Monsieur, this is my muse With her brown eyes, she stings like a Medusa I know that in this world, no glamorous girl Will love me as she does, my muse My muse is a goddess, her name is Victory She molds my verses, so you can savor them Tender like a blanket, creator of every verse Strong like the wind, a fan of black color Faithfulness is her creed, an elegant panther She tears you apart, penetrates like a cholera In these city dens, my faith rests in my muse Simultaneously a beggar, simultaneously a queen Her skin, her body, chocolate pieces Hair like an Amazon, braided in strands While you fuck each other out of boredom My muse is busy making moves Pronounce her name like an incantation Only she can fulfill desires When she opens her lips, a connection is made Muse, if I get high, I'll tell you in advance Distance doesn't matter, she's inside me As long as she exudes her essence, I don't need anything else This is refined lust, you don't belong here I take the blows meant for her Even in dark alleyways, she always sought me Compared to her, your feelings are made of crap Amidst a crowd of dirty people, she remains untarnished She walks over jackals, like stepping on canvas (Introducing, Monsieur, this is my muse With her brown eyes, she stings like a Medusa M-m-m-my muse M-m-m-my muse) The song "Муза" by MarikMarakesh (УННВ) tells the story of the artist's muse, who inspires him to create his art. The lyrics depict the muse as a powerful and irresistible figure, someone who holds a special place in the artist's life. The song speaks of the muse's beauty, strength, and loyalty, contrasting her with others who may not understand or appreciate her. Throughout the song, the artist expresses his deep admiration and devotion to his muse, emphasizing her importance in his creative process.
