She is

Darkness furrowed grooves,
Ripples run away at the sight of love,
This, here this snow-free air,
This, this one hands catch?

Years of ice stretched
Sky in the distance,
I catch, as a dove,
Air bare Zhmenya,

Following quilted cape
All Down, Down with!
Today the sky is not enough,
How do I breathe ash!

Brother, breast to breast fight
Day with a secluded.
I catch, as a dove,
Air bare Zhmenya.

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