on a dark desert highway,行驶在昏黑的荒漠公路上,
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 my sight grew dim.
i had 2 stop 4 the night.
there she stood in the doorway;
i heard the mission bell.
and i was thinking 2 myself,
this could b heaven or this could b 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,u 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 u up in the middle of the night.
just 2 hear 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 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 4 the feast.
they stabbed it with their steely knives.
but they just can t kill the beast.
last thing i remember,
i was running 4 the door.
i had 2 find the passage back,
to the place i was before.
relax ,said the night man,
we are programmed to receive.
u can checkout any time u like.
but u can never leave!