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 Vienna 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