Текст песни Gipsy Kings - Отель Калифорния

On the highway in the middle of the desert
Light breeze in your hair
Warm scent of wormwood
Quiet rustling in the bushes
Light in a distant window
Keeps on flickering
I'm walking down the path
Stay overnight

She opened the door
The bell sings
I took a step and thought
"What awaits me here?"
Here she takes the candles
And leads me into the house
I hear someone speak
I can hardly disassemble:

Boy you came to California
To an expensive hotel
To an expensive hotel
Thousands of tourists in California
But we always have
There is a place for you

There are bucks in her head
In the garage - Mercedes
Every day a new boy
Loved and disappeared.
Summer sweet dance
Summer sweet sweat
Someone will leave a memory
Someone will kill the memory

I called the servant:
"Bring wine"
(I was told) "We have no bottle
For a very long time "
Voices are called out of the gloomy distance (here the rhythm is lost, as in the original)
Wake up in the middle of the night
To just say:

Boy you came to California
What a place here
Everything in the world is
We live on a grand scale in California
And always with us
There is a place for you

The ceiling is mirrored here
And there is ice in cocktails
(and she said :) We're prisoners of the beast here
Here he lives in everyone
And to a feast in this hall
They all gathered
The beast was cut with steel
But they could not kill.

And the last I remember
The way I ran to the door
I couldn't stay
The way back I was looking
"Calm down" - said
No way out of here
You can try for a long time
But you can't leave ...

Literal translation:

I was driving on a dark deserted highway
The cool wind ruffled my hair
Warm scent of colitas
Spilled into the air.
Far in front of you
I saw twinkling lights.
My head is heavy
Eyes drooped
I had to stop for the night.

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

Welcome to the hotel "California"
Such a sweet place
Such a sweet place
Such a sweet face.
The California hotel has enough rooms

In any season
(In any season)
You can stop here.

She only has Tiffany on her mind
She drives a Mercedes
A crowd of cute boys around her
Whom she calls friends
How they dance in her yard
In sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Others - to forget.

I turned to the head waiter:
"Kindly bring me some wine"
He replied, "There is nothing of the kind between us and
there has been no trace since 1969. "
And these voices are all
Sound and sound from afar.
They keep you awake at night
And you hear them say:

Welcome to the hotel "California"
Such a sweet place
Such a sweet place
Such a pretty face.
Everyone lives so nice here
At this hotel "California"
What a nice surprise
(What a nice surprise)
Do you have an alibi?

Mirrored ceilings,
Pink champagne on ice
And she says, "We're all prisoners here
Of our own invention. "
In the master's chambers
Everything is ready for the feast.
They strike with their steel knives
But they cannot kill the monster.

The last thing I remember
It's like I was running to the door
I had to get out of there
And get back on your highway
"Take your time" - the receptionist told me -
"We only accept here:
You can sign out when you want
Only you will not be able to escape from here "...