My spirit is so sweet and fruitful,
I don't want to stop chasing the rain.
I don't want to go through all this pain,
but I have no choice.
I want people to hear my voice;
my spirit is so sweet and fruitful.
I have tears in my eyes,
but God is on my side.
My spirit is so sweet and fruitful.
I'm cool like that; I'm smooth like that.
May God be the glory; I am holy.
Let go and let God and be blessed.
My spirit is so sweet and fruitful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem