Калифорния

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 dimmer
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 face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Bends
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 here them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise bring you 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.