Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hotel California, artist - Troops of Tomorrow. Album song Born in the Usa: A Tribute to the States, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.01.2015
Record label: One Media iP
Song language: English
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 bends |
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys 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!" |