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The Eagles

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(оригинальная тональность)

(в тональности Am ля-минор)

Am                                    E7
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
G                             D7
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
F                                      C
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
Dm
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
E
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

                  F                              C
Припев: Welcome to the Hotel California.
               E                                                               Am
               Such a lovely place, (such a lovely face) such a lovely face
               F                                            C
               Plenty of room at the Hotel California
               Dm                                                           E
               Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted 
She's got the Mercedes 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 
               Such a lovely face 
               They're 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 
And 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 checkout any time you like 
But you can never leave!''