Текст песни Eagles - The Heart Of The Matter

On a highway in the desert
Light breeze in the hair
Warm smell of colitas
Quiet rustling in the bushes
Light in the far window
Keeps flickering
I walk the path
Staying overnight

She opened the door
Church ringing is calling
Only a thought flashed:
"What awaits me here?"
Here she takes the candles
And leads me to the house
I can hear someone's speech
I disassemble with difficulty:

Glad to see you at Hotel California
So cute here
Lovely faces do not count!
There are many places at Hotel California
Any day and hour
Here you will find us


In her head is a holiday
In the garage - Mercedes
Every day a new boy
"Friend" became and disappeared.
In the yard, dance beckons
Summer sweet sweat
Someone will leave a memory
Someone will kill the memory

I called the boy:
"Bring the wine"
(he said:) "We have no bottle
Already a very long time "
And from the gloomy distance
The voices will call
Wake up in the middle of the night
To just say:

Glad to see you at Hotel California
So cute here
Lovely faces do not count!
There are many places at Hotel California
Any day and hour
Here you will find us


The ceiling is mirrored
And in the champagne there is ice
she said softly: "We are captives of the beast here
Here he lives in everyone. "
For the feasts in this room
They were going
Beasts shredded with steel
But they could not kill.

And last remember
The way I ran to the door
I could not stay
I looked for a way back
"Calm down," they said.
No way from here
You can try for a long time
But you won’t leave ...

Instead of the epilogue:

Glad to see you at Hotel California
So cute here
Lovely faces do not count!
There are many places at Hotel California
Any day and hour
Here you will find us