Good morning (Dobroye Utro)

Author: Elayza yuz

I remember the day when it all started from 23 to 24 February. I didn’t sleep until 5:00, writing music for the new album at home. I turned off the light, lay down in bed, closed my eyes, and my fantasy worked (as we often do before going to bed) that it was as if a rocket or an airplane would fly by. And as soon as I thought about it, a Russian plane flew over my house in the direction of Chuguev. I realized that this is not a dream.