Not tonight Josephine
In an army’s strength therein lies the denouement
From here you’re haunting me by the Seine
So beautiful
Only not to be of use
Impossible
I see oooh

So strange victory
Twelve hundred spires
The only sound Moscow burning empty like the Tuileries
Like a dream Vienna seems only not to be of use
Impossible
I see

In the last extremity
To advance or not to advance
I hear you laughing
Even still you’re calling me
Not tonight
Not tonight
Not tonight Josephine