Текст песни Gipsy Kings - Отель Калифорния

On the highway in the desert
Light breeze in your hair
Warm smell of sagebrush
Quiet rustling in the bushes
The light in the distant window
continues to flicker
I walk along the path
staying the night

She opened the door
bell sings
I walked and thought
& quot; What is here waiting for me ? & quot;
Here she takes a candle
And lead me in the house
I hear someone's voice
To deal with the difficulty :

Boy, you came to California
In an expensive hotel
In an expensive hotel
Thousands of tourists in California
But we have always
Place for you

At the head of its bucks
In the garage - Mercedes
Every day a new boy
Loved and disappeared.
Summer sweet dance
Sweet summer sweat
Someone will leave memory
Someone will kill memory

I called the servants :
& quot; Bring the wine & quot;
( I was told ) & quot; We have no bottles
For a long time & quot;
Of gloomy given zovuuuut voice ( here goes astray the rhythm , as in the original )
Middle of the night wake
Just to say :

Boy, you came to California
What kind of place is here
All the world is
We live in a big way in California
And always with us
Place for you

The ceiling is mirrored
And ice in cocktails here
( and she said :) We are captives of the beast
Here he lives in each
And the banquet in this hall
All together they
Beast steel shredding
But could not kill .

And finally remember
The way to the door ran
I could not stay
Way back I was looking for
& quot; Take it easy & quot; - said
No way out of here
You can try long
But you do not go ...

Literal translation:

I was driving down a dark desert highway,
Cool wind in my hair,
Warm aroma colitas
Poured into the air.
Far ahead
I saw the flickering lights .
My head grew heavy ,
His eyes were closing ,
We had to stop for the night .

She stood in the doorway.
I heard the church bell ,
And I thought to myself :
This place can be paradise
Or Hell.
She lit a candle
So she went forward, showing me the way .
I heard voices in the hallway ,
I thought they were saying :

Welcome to the hotel & quot; CA & quot;
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face.
The hotel & quot; CA & quot; lack of rooms

At any time of the year
( At any time of the year )
You can stop here .

In her mind only & quot; Tiffany & quot ;,
She goes on & quot; & quot ;, Mercedes
Around her the crowd of cute boys
That she calls friends.
How they dance in her yard
In the sweet summer sweat ,
Some dance to remember ,
Others - to forget.

I asked the maitre d ' :
& quot; Be kind enough to bring me wine & quot;
He replied , & quot; Nothing like we have in
did not exist from 1969 . & quot;
And all these voices
Sound and sound from afar.
They do not let you sleep at night ,
And you can hear them say :

Welcome to the hotel & quot; CA & quot;
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a pretty face .
Everything here is so cute live
This & quot; CA & quot;
What a pleasant surprise
( A pleasant surprise )
Do you have an alibi ?

Mirrored ceilings ,
The pink champagne on ice ,
And she says : & quot; We are all prisoners here
Our own venture & quot ;.
In the chambers of the owner
Everything is ready for a feast .
They beat their steel blades ,
But do not kill the monster in their power .

The last thing I remember ,
This is how I ran to the door,
I had to escape from there ,
And return to their highway.
& quot; Do not rush & quot; - The receptionist told me -
& quot; We are only accept :
You can check out when you want ,
Just get out of here you will not be able to & quot; ...