Dreamers move their feet to their own beat

But society discourages dreamers to dream 

Singers to sing

Beautiful minds to do what they love

It is as plain to see as the sky above 

Life is miserable doing something without love 

When I look to the stars above

I want to do it with the stars filling my eyes 

Not hiding in some disguise 

A situation where I am provided with a fruitless occupation

It seems in this nation everyone thinks they must plan to fit into a situation 

Like an easily manipulated claymation

But this national situation  discourages creation and translation of dreams of the dreamers into their own occupation

So don't overwhelm your thoughts with anticipation

the dreamer's occupation is beyond explanation