On the desert highway
The wind disheveles me
It was the scent of 'colitas'
Moon, nobody's moon
Far away
A light twinkles
I have the idea of
Sleeping for the night
She was at the entrance
And the bell was ringing
And I told myself
It is the down under or heaven.
She holds a candle
That shows the way;
It was a voice in the corridor
What they indicate, said:
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
And next to it, she had
a Mercedes that shone,
Surrounded by handsome boys
She called friends.
When they dance slowly
Summer perfumes
Were to remember
And others to forget.
I asked the captain
To serve the wine
And told me that he
Hasn't had alcohol since
sixty-nine.
The voices calling me
wake me up later
At night to say:
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
A mirror on the ceiling,
Champagne on the ice,
And she said: 'We are all prisoners
Of own will'.
And in the main rooms
Parties are made.
Here is the beast,
But they can't kill it.
My last memory
I ran to the door.
I saw a candle on the road
Where I had arrived.
'Relax', said the doorman.
'For me it is only receiving.
You can leave when you want,
But I'll never leave'.
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place