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