[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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