Igralova - Hotel California (Eagles Cover)

On a dark desert highway cool.
Wind in my hair
Warm smell of calas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my side grew dim
I had to stop the night
That 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 shouted me away.
There
Were voices down the coral.
I thought I