歌词
作词 : Don Henley/Glenn Frey
作曲 : Don Felder
作词: Don Henley/Glenn Frey，
作曲: Don Felder，
作词: Don Henley/Don Felder/Glenn Frey，
作曲: Don Henley/Don Felder/Glenn Frey，
编曲：Bill Szymczyk，
On a dark desert highway,
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 and my sight grew dim,
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 in corridor,
I thought I heard them say,
Welcome to the Hotel California,
such a lovely place,
such a lovely face,
Plenty of rooms at the Hotel California,
any time of year,
you can find it here,
Her mind is Tiffany-Twisted,
She got the Mercedes-Benz,
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 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 face,
They live it up at the Hotel California,
what a nice surprise,
bring your alibis,
Mirros 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,
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 check out any time you like,
but you can never leave.