Not tonight Josephine, in an army´s strength therein lies the denouement.
But from here you´re haunting me. By the Seine oh, so beautiful.
Only not to be of use. Impossible-possible... yes.

So strange, victory, twelve hundred spires, the only sound Moscow burning.
Empty like the Tuileries. Like a dream, mmm... Vienna seems.
Only not to be of use. Impossible-possible... yes.

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...