The Eagles is a cult American bandCountry and folk rock was especially popular in the seventies. At that time, their albums were replicated by tens of millions. The total release of the group's collections - sixty five million copies - is comparable to the print runs of The Beatles. The group also has its own crown song: like the great hits of other monsters - Yesterday, "Child In Time", "Stairway To Heaven" - "The California Hotel" Eagles became a hymn of the whole generation.
The musicians themselves said that they did not try to investin the text of deep meaning, on the contrary, they wanted to compose a song "about nothing". But it often happens that it is the spontaneous associative exhaust that proves to be the most profound in content. There were interpretations, allegedly the "Hotel California" Eagles - a song about the prison, a psychiatric hospital, even that our whole life is a prison in which nothing depends on a person.
But this diversity of meanings of the text "HotelCalifornia »Eagles is not exhausted. The fate of many great works awaits the song: the further in history, the more legends and conjectures. Actually, every person who speaks little English can try to make a translation on their own and find their only correct explanation of the content.
"Eagles", "Hotel California", translation:
On a deserted and dark road
The wind blew my hair,
I smelled the buzz
And he saw a light.
I decided to get to him,
I was already falling asleep,
I wanted to get somewhere,
To get a night's lodging.
I saw her on the threshold.
Somewhere the bell sounded,
And I thought to myself:
"This may be a paradise,
Or maybe hell. "
But she called for her,
And she has a candle in her hand.
The corridor led down,
In the depths - voices,
It seemed to me, they say:
"We are waiting for you at the hotel" California "!
So many lovely faces. Such a nice house.
There are always full rooms here.
It's always season. We are always waiting for you. "
She's going crazy with Tiffany
And has its own Mercedes,
She has nice guys here,
He says they're just friends.
Her guys are dancing on the patio
In sweating every day,
At first they dance to remember,
And then for forgetting.
I called the head waiter,
I wanted to order some wine.
He said: "From the sixty-ninth
There is nothing like this here. "
And again the voices rang,
In the distance, in subdued tones,
They said that they did not give us any sleep,
I heard them even in a dream.
"We are waiting for you at the hotel" California "
So many lovely faces. Such a nice house.
We live in the hotel "California".
Oh, what a surprise!
Oh, what a surprise!
Prove that you have nothing to do with. "
The ceilings were entirely mirrored,
Ice was streaming under the champagne.
And then she said to me:
"There is a prison here, and we are slaves."
They themselves created the Master,
He is waiting for them again for dinner,
They will wave their daggers,
But they will not be able to kill him.
I remembered how I rushed to the exit,
As he tried to escape,
How I dreamed of returning soon
On the highway, to your path.
But the porter told me: "It will not work out,
We work only at the reception.
You can leave your number,
From the hotel you can not leave. "
