Eugen Doga was born on March 1, 1937 in the village Mocra, Ribnita, to Dumitru and Lisaveta Doga a family of peasants. Since childhood the future master was fond of the musical art tradition of performing musicians. In E. Doga’s native village (Mocra) lived at the time Fedot Murga - one of the famous fiddler-musicians family. “I have a lot of memories from my childhood’s years, I still remember the sugar candies without paper wrap... There were also expensive ones. I watched with envy at the boys who were opening very slowly, the real candy wrapped in glossy paper, which was very beautiful. It makes my mouth water even today recalling all this... Once I had the chance to open my wrapped candy very demonstrative, in order that everyone would have seen it, I still can feel its flavor... I can remember the candy wrapper and even that it was a square candy. I was a war child, that hadn’t had a swing, but I was still lucky to have a proper upbringing...
When I was a child my mother said that after the sunset, the tired sun goes to rest. But I don’t want to go beyond the horizon ... Like the sunflower, I straighten my gaze toward the horizon where the sun will rise again, bringing a new day, the day’s warmth, new hopes and a new music...
The fate once brought me, a barefoot child towards a great instrument, which seemed to be more than a stove- heated bed. It was painted black, glistening mysteriously – it was a grand piano. I was fascinated. I approached very shy and I didn’t understood how it happened that, from all keys that were fumbling touched by my feverishly fingers, I pressed by accident three white keyboards, which have filled like a fluid my soul and imagination for the rest of my life. I caressed for decades the keyboards, I bewitched the sounds, being tempted to connect to the whole universe organ, but I felt attracted more and more to the accord that sounded totally accidental, the mystery of which I have not unveiled and maybe I will never do...
Once, I don’t know by what miracle, a real orchestra arrived to our village. It was a real, symphonic orchestra. The club from my village, frankly it wasn’t a real club; it was only the name of it! –It even didn’t have a proper stage, it couldn’t fit them all, and that is why a lot of instrumentalists, including some giant violins, were playing off the stage. A fantastic and lasting music was flowing, while a person was "threatening" the orchestra with a wand. It was very curious for me that no one was dancing, when there was so much music performed! The naughty kids were getting closer and were stealthily touching the giant violins that were from another world ... Only later I realized that the giant violins were actually contrabasses.
I love freedom, no border spaces, height. As a child, I climbed the highest acacia to the top branches, so that my head would be above the highest top ... this height longing had followed my always. For me the sun was always a bright, burning uphill. My eyes and my hopes were always turned to the highest point in the sky, toward the zenith, but I haven’t seen this apogee ... If I would have to ask God for anything, then I would ask him to bring my childhood back.
I want that the people would realize that they are adults as late as possible, or they should know that the feeling of childhood is a benefic source for the state of mind; it is that life-giving energy, which helps you create and share joy around you.
 
The perceptual experience gained in childhood and early life, marked by the effervescence of the popular song, the living image of fiddlers Pofirie and Fedot Murga, descendants of the famous violinist dynasty of Gheorghe Murga, the picturesque charm of the fanfare and the musical band (taraf) of the village Mocra, Ribnita, will be the defining elements in the formation of his esthetic conceptions. They will gradually shape a genuine artistic credo.
 
Over a long time panorama and a spring chromatic, made of raw grass green, of a swath black and apple blossom white there is the gentle voice of the artist Eugen Doga, who said he had a difficult, but a beautiful childhood! And if he could only ask God for something, he would ask to turn him the childhood. He doesn’t need the age of a child, but the state of being child, to able, to discover the world again and again, to be surprised every time, never get the feeling that he has got enough from this life: "All think that, now is the moment when I write music, but they are wrong, all the music was composed in my childhood". In the same countryside landscape Eugen Doga is recalling his father bringing him to his first day of school by riding a black horse. The artist with sadness stir up that memory when his mother  sold the carpet from the main room to give an opportunity for Eugen Doga to continue his studies.