Hotel California (Ao Vivo)
Esse é um hino que se imortalizou
Essa é uma história, uma história real
Quando os três irmãos se encontraram
Pra fazer um show em uma determinada cidade
No estado de Califórnia
Don Henley, Glenn Frey and Don Felder
Sonharam, tiveram um sonho
E esse sonho os imortalizou
Porque, foi num hotel
Tô falando, Hotel California
E eu vou fazer essa parada pra vocês aqui
Eu, Wanderley Andrade, tentar falar
Dessa história com meu english
Let's hear? Only now!
On the dark desert highway
Cold wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw 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 or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
(Welcome to the Hotel California) bonito!
Such a lovely place (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
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls a friend
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
"Please, bring me my wine"
And he said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Cantem! (Such a lovely face) beautiful!
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, "We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device"
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax", said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check-out any time you like
But you can never leave!"
Luciano Magno, que guitarra!
Quero ouvir!
Eita, Lucianinho!
Segura!
This is wonderful, yeah!
Listen!
Yeah!
Uh! Yeah
Thank you!
Essa é uma história, uma história real
Quando os três irmãos se encontraram
Pra fazer um show em uma determinada cidade
No estado de Califórnia
Don Henley, Glenn Frey and Don Felder
Sonharam, tiveram um sonho
E esse sonho os imortalizou
Porque, foi num hotel
Tô falando, Hotel California
E eu vou fazer essa parada pra vocês aqui
Eu, Wanderley Andrade, tentar falar
Dessa história com meu english
Let's hear? Only now!
On the dark desert highway
Cold wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw 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 or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
(Welcome to the Hotel California) bonito!
Such a lovely place (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
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls a friend
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
"Please, bring me my wine"
And he said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Cantem! (Such a lovely face) beautiful!
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, "We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device"
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax", said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check-out any time you like
But you can never leave!"
Luciano Magno, que guitarra!
Quero ouvir!
Eita, Lucianinho!
Segura!
This is wonderful, yeah!
Listen!
Yeah!
Uh! Yeah
Thank you!
Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Lewis Frey, Don Felder, Donald Hugh Henley
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