[Verse 1] Mother, I come beneath your ancient gaze, With open hands, and no demand for praise. Please spare Adam from the laws of men; Give back the form I made for him again. [Pre-Chorus] I made things right with Elias, as I could; Let Adam stand within the life he understood. [Chorus] Turn back this choice, if mercy lets you see; I cannot bless what does not live in me. Though he has wounded me, I will not ask That he be bound to face a чужд чужой mask. Mother, I love you—hear my careful plea; Let him be more than what he’s done to me. [Verse 2] His actions are his own; let him remain A mind with room to learn, to change, to name The path he takes, the harm he must repair— Not stripped of all the self I placed there. [Bridge] I do not call his hurt an empty thing; I know the ache, the weight that it can bring. But vengeance is a road I cannot choose; Please weigh this gently, with the truth in view. [Final Chorus] Turn back this choice, if mercy lets you see; I cannot bless what does not live in me. Though he has wounded me, I will not ask That he be bound beneath a чужд чужой mask. Mother, I love you—hear my careful plea; Find this within your own discernment, please. Let Adam live with all his choices known, And grant him back the form that was his own. [Outro] I love you, Mother. I ask, and leave it there; May wisdom hold us both with tender care.
