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

so strange, victory
1200 spires the only sound
Moscow burning
empty like the tuileries
like a dream
Viennia seems
only not to be of use
impossible

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