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 balloons

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 balloons

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