Not tonight Josephine

In an army´s strength
Therein lies the denouemnet
From here you´ve haunting me
By the seine so beautiful
Only not ot be of use
Impossible

So strange
Victory - 1,200 spires
Th only sound
Moscow turning
Empth like the Tuileries
Like a dream
Vienna seems
Only not to be of use
Impossible

In the last extrmity
To advance or not to advance
I hear you laughing

Even still you´re calling me
"Not tonight, not tonight, not tonight"
Josephine