Mihael Gudovskih — Граница родных

Mom, you're at the door again, As if you're the one deciding here. Either our road is wrong, Or our dreams aren't the right ones.

You walk in without asking, As if the whole house is still yours. And from every reproach A sting stays in the heart.

Mom, don't mess with my home. I'm not your little boy anymore. I built a life with my wife. Don't break it with your hand. Mom, don't mess with my family. Don't teach me how to love. I'm not betraying you. Just let me live in peace.

You come whenever you want, As if I'm still that kid. One moment you dig at my wife, The next you make a quiet scene. You say she's not a match, You say I've become a stranger. But my wife is not a weakness — She's my choice, my life!

Mom, don't mess with my home. I'm not your little boy anymore. I built a life with my wife. Don't break it with your hand. Mom, don't mess with my family. Don't teach me how to love. I'm not betraying you. Just let me live in peace.

I love you, dear, But understand one thing. In our house we decide, Not someone else's argument. In our house we decide, Not someone else's argument.

Not with war and not with offense I ask you now. Mom, be a shield for us, Not the pain between us.

Mom, don't mess with my home, Don't put out the family light. You're my mother, I remember that. But my wife and I have our own age. Mom, don't mess with my family, Don't command behind my back. I always love you, But my home — it's mine with my wife!