Hotel California · аккорды на гитаре · текст песни

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

Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

Such a lovely place, such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here