Текст: Pennywise. Hotel California.

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 that corridor I thought I heard them say

Her mind is tiffany twisted she's got the Mercedes bends
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

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

Mirrors on the ceiling 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 nightman
We are programed to receive
You can check out any time you like but you can never leave