Josephine کے بول

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 extremity To advance or not to advance I hear you laughing Even still you're calling me Not tonight, not tonight Not tonight Josephine