The Eagles - The Heart Of The Matter
текст песни

On the highway among the desert
Light breeze in the hair
The warm smell of colitas
Quiet rustle in the bushes
Light in a distant window
Continues to flicker
I'm walking along the path
I stay overnight

She opened the door
The church ringing calls
Only thought flashed:
"What awaits me here?"
She takes candles
And leads me to the house
I can hear someone's speech
I analyze with difficulty:

We are glad at the California Hotel
How nice here
Cute faces cannot be counted!
There are many places at the California Hotel
Any day and hour
You will find us here

Her holiday in my head
In the garage - Mercedes
Every day is a new boy
The "friend" became and disappeared.
In the yard, in dance beckons
Summer sweet sweat
Someone will leave the memory
Someone will kill the memory

I called the boy:
"Bring wine"
(He said :) "We do not have a bottle
For a very long time "
And from the gloomy Dali
The voices will be called
In the middle of the night they will wake up
Only to say:

We are glad at the California Hotel
How nice here
Cute faces cannot be counted!
There are many places at the California Hotel
Any day and hour
You will find us here

The ceiling here is mirrored
And in champagne there is ice
She quietly said: "We are the captives of the beast here
Here he lives in everyone "
For feasts in this hall
They gathered
The beast shredded steel
But they could not kill.

And I remember the last
How I ran to the door
I couldn't stay
I was looking for the way back
"Calm down" - said
There is no way from here
You can try for a long time
But you can't leave ...

Instead of epilogue:

We are glad at the California Hotel
How nice here
Cute faces cannot be counted!
There are many places at the California Hotel
Any day and hour
You will find us here