Êóïèëà äâîéíîé äèñê Eagles ñëóøàþ ðàäóþñü, íî âñå æå ëþáèìàÿ Hotel California. Âîò êîíöåðòíàÿ çàïèñü.
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Íà òåìíîì ïóñòûííîì øîññå ïðîõëàäíûé âåòåð èãðàë
â ìîèõ âîëîñàõ
Òåïëûé çàïàõ êîëèòàñ, ïîäíèìàëñÿ â íåáî
Âïåðåäè äàëåêî ÿ óâèäåë ìåðöàþùèé ñâåò
Ãîëîâà ïîòÿæåëåëà, â ãëàçàõ ñòàëî òóìàííî
Ìíå íóæíî áûëî îñòàíîâèòüñÿ è ïåðåíî÷åâàòü
Îíà ñòîÿëà â äâåðíîì ïðîåìå
ß óñëûøàë âíóòðåííèé ãîëîñ
È ÿ ïîäóìàë:
' Ìîæåò áûòü çäåñü Ðàé, à ìîæåò áûòü è Àä '
Ïîòîì îíà çàæãëà ñâå÷ó, è îíà ïîêàçàëà ìíå äîðîãó
Âíèçó ïî êîðèäîðó ñëûøàëèñü ãîëîñà
Ìíå ïîêàçàëîñü, ÷òî îíè ãîâîðèëè ...
Äîáðî ïîæàëîâàòü â Îòåëü Êàëèôîðíèÿ
Òàêîå ïðåêðàñíîå ìåñòî
Òàêîå ïðåêðàñíîå ëèöî
 Îòåëå Êàëèôîðíèÿ âñåãäà ìíîãî ìåñòà
 ëþáîå âðåìÿ ãîäà çäåñü ìîæíî îñòàíîâèòüñÿ
Åå ãîëîâà çàáèòà ïîáðÿêóøêàìè èç Òèôôàíè,
Îíà âîäèò Ìåðñåäåñ Áåíñ
Âîêðóã íå¸ ìíîãî êðàñèâûõ-êðàñèâûõ ìàëü÷èêîâ
Îíà íàçûâàåò èõ äðóçüÿìè
Êîãäà îíè òàíöóþò âî âíóòðåííåì äâîðå,
 âîçäóõå ñòîèò ïðèÿòíàÿ ëåòíÿÿ èñòîìà
Íåêîòîðûå òàíöóþò ÷òîáû ïîìíèòü,
Íåêîòîðûå òàíöóþò ÷òîáû çàáûòü
È ÿ ïîïðîñèë Êàïèòàíà:
'Ïîæàëóéñòà, ïðèíåñèòå ìíå ìîåãî ëþáèìîãî âèíà'
Îí îòâåòèë,
' Çäåñü ýòîãî íàïèòêà íå áûëî
Ñ 1969 ãîäà
È âíîâü òå ãîëîñà çîâóò èçäàëåêà
Áóäÿò òåáÿ ïîñðåäè íî÷è
È ñíîâà, è ñíîâà òû ñëûøèøü ...
Äîáðî ïîæàëîâàòü â Îòåëü Êàëèôîðíèÿ
Òàêîå ïðåêðàñíîå ìåñòî
Òàêîå ïðåêðàñíîå ëèöî
Îíè, æèëüöû Îòåëÿ Êàëèôîðíèÿ
Êàêîé ïðèÿòíûé ñþðïðèç
Îáåñïå÷èâàþò òåáå àëèáè
Çåðêàëà íà ïîòîëêå
Ðîçîâîå øàìïàíñêîå âî ëüäó
È îíà ñêàçàëà:
'Ìû âñå óçíèêè íàøåãî ñîáñòâåííîãî èçîáðåòåíèÿ'
È â íîìåðàõ õîçÿèíà
Îíè ñîáðàëèñü íà áàíêåò
Îíè áüþò ïî íåìó ñòàëüíûìè íîæàìè
Íî, òîëüêî, íå ìîãóò óáèòü ÷óäîâèùå
Ïîñëåäíåå, ÷òî ÿ ïîìíþ, êàê áåæàë
Ê äâåðè
ß ïûòàëñÿ íàéòè äîðîãó
Ê òîìó ìåñòó, îòêóäà ÿ ïðèøåë
'Ðàññëàáüñÿ', ñêàçàë ÷åëîâåê èç òåìíîòû,
'Âñå ìû çàïðîãðàììèðîâàíû, íà òî, ÷òîáû âñòðå÷àòü'
Òû ìîæåøü âûïèñàòüñÿ èç îòåëÿ â ëþáîå âðåìÿ,
Íî òû íèêîãäà íå ñìîæåøü óåõàòü
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On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
One 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 (background)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
You can find it here
Her mind is definitely twisted
Shes's got the Mercedis-Benz
She's 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 1969
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 (background)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise (background)
Bring your alibies
Mirrors on the ceiling
They bring champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gather for the feast
They stab it with there 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 nightman
We are programed to recieve
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave