not tonight Josephine.

in an army's strength therein lies the denouncement.
From here you're haunting me.
By the Seine so beautiful.
only not to be of use - impossible.

so strange. victory - 1,200 spires.
the only sound. Moscow burning.
Empty like the Tulleries.
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