Song

"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

So strange, Victory
1,200 spires, the only sound of Moscow burning
Empty like the Tuileries
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"