Hotel California - Eagles

Se me hace que mi vida ha girado en torno al primer amor fallido, pero esa herida también tiene sus momentos de profundo orgullo. Hasta de vanidad. Éste refleja una noche de domingo hacen muchos años, , en un lugar feo e inexpugnable (será por eso que me gustan tanto los antros?) donde decidí dejar de ser idiota y pasé a la ofensiva.
Claro que el susto me duró un rato, y no aconsejo repetir experiencias porque en general no funcionan (mira lo nuestro piel oscura...), pero los buenos recuerdos se acentúan, y cada vez que empiezo a escuchar esta oscura canción, mi corazón se regocija y mis labios se humedecen.
Nadie me ha besado mejor que tu. Y siempre estás en el haber de mi contabilidad, pero como cuenta menor incobrable. Adeu.

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a 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
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 bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends
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
We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine
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 face
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 nightman We are programmed to receive
You can check out anytime you like but you can never leave