Понедельник, 05.12.2016, 19:37

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Hotel California

 

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair 
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air 
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light 
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim 
I had to stop for the night. 

There she stood in the doorway; 
I heard the mission bell 
And I was thinking to myself 
'This could be heaven or this could be Hell' 
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way 
There were voices down the corridor, 
I thought I heard them say 

Welcome to the Hotel California 
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) 
Such a lovely face. 
Plenty of room at the Hotel California 
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here 

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes benz 
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends 
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat 
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget 

So I called up the Captain, 
'Please bring me my wine' 



He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine' 
And still those voices are calling from far away, 
Wake you up in the middle of the night 
Just to hear them say" 

Welcome to the Hotel California 
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) 
Such a lovely face. 
They livin' it up at the Hotel California 
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis 

Mirrors on the ceiling, 
The pink champagne on ice 
And she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device' 
And in the master's chambers, 
They gathered for the feast 
They stab it with their steely knives, 
But they just can't kill the beast 

Last thing I remember, I was 
Running for the door 
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before 
'Relax' said the night man, 
'We are programmed to receive. 
You can check out any time you like, 
But you can never leave!'