, yes, yuli kim, but the song of the bird. entirely ours, my text and my music, our common performancethe play northern odyssey, yeah, and she found kim’s text based on the twelve-block, which yuli chersanych wrote in the nineties , well, somehow they wanted to compose something with dashkevich, as he later told me, well, something. it didn't work out for them and they abandoned this thing. tirin found gennady. this is so extended, written in its magnificent style with these folk elements, poetic, text. we began to rework it with my friend german magilevsky, who has this connection to the screenwriting craft, we began to rework it, at some point quite a lot of material accumulated, and even ekaterina gennadievna staged this story at the gitis educational theater, and just in the past year i came there. it means in gitis, the guys started dancing and singing, and i thought, what a cool story, why am i sitting here, i need to record all this, i began to record, expand the tracks, turn sketches into full-fledged songs, also rethink some compositions, arrange them, i contacted yuli chersan

, yes, yuli kim. but the song “bird ” is entirely ours, my text and my music, our common performancedyssey, she found kim's text based on the twelve block, which yuliy chersanych wrote in the nineties, and somehow they wanted to do it with dashkevich... the text, we began to rework it with my friend german magileevsky, who is related to screenwriting craft, they began to rework it, at some point quite a lot of material accumulated and even ekaterina gennadievna staged this story at the gitis educational theater, and just last year i came there, which means that the guys became dance and sing and i thought, what a cool story, why am i sitting here, i need to write it all down, i began to record, expand the tracks, turn the sketches into full-length ones. no matter how tight the rope is, you will still get caught in the whip, i came to where the birds sing sonorous songs, i came to where the birds sing songs, sonorous birds sing, and today the birds sing, bitter songs of love. i want to fall in love with you and enjoy you, but i can’t find you, i ’ll go wander around the world, i’ll fl

disease and that he would break out, i had no doubt that he would break out, but as for, one time when yuli kimends one by one there somehow, well , how it was with him, he was already there, he was no longer got up. didn’t go out and get treatment, well, there wasn’t such a failure to note, of course, here are the lines of his letter, written to you: my dear, beloved daughter, are you becoming an adult? sometimes i look at you with sadness, because the older you get, the older i become, you will understand this when you become a parent yourself, but i wish you that you grow faster... and not only and not so much upward, but deeper , wiser, kinder, matured, i am sure that you have a happy, joyful life ahead, be worthy of the time that will meet you, almost 50 years have passed since these lines were written, you have lived so much time that, as dad bequeathed to you, you seemed worthy, so that you... did you write to them today to tell them these years? well, first of all, thank you, thank you not in the sense of thank you, goodbye, yes, exactly thank you in full with pathos in volume, that’s b