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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...
So strange,victory-1.200 spires,the only sound Moscow burning.
Empty like the Tuileries.
Like a dream,Vienna seems,only not to be of use-impossible...
In the last extermity.To advance or not to advance-I hear you
laughing.
Even still you´re calling me.
Not tonight,not tonight,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...
So strange,victory-1.200 spires,the only sound Moscow burning.
Empty like the Tuileries.
Like a dream,Vienna seems,only not to be of use-impossible...
In the last extermity.To advance or not to advance-I hear you
laughing.
Even still you´re calling me.
Not tonight,not tonight,not tonight Josephine....