Days are getting darker Monday we baptysed as a brand new Sunday Waking in the morning is becoming harder After sleepless night We decided to k** her Everything seems to conspire against us Her gentle dance reflects her own light Our little sweety sweet sunshine Envy, Envy, Envy, Envy what we felt Why she cannot damnly be like some other else "don't tell'em loud" Our time supposly coming to an end Conspiracy the best thig to conclude the first act Maybe we should better define this concept k**ing queen the tragic epilogue par-excellence Everything seems to conspire against us End of the night, End of the first act