Smoke on the water (Deep Purple)

Esta entrada está especialmente dedicada a Alberto, un compañero de la universidad que es una de mis principales fuentes de cultura músical fuera-de-radio. La canción ya la había oído tiempo atrás (la melodía es sencillamente inolvidable) y estoy seguro de que prácticamente todo el mundo la ha escuchado alguna vez, pero por si acaso alguien que se pase por aquí estaba en la misma situación que yo hará unas semanas os la dejo aquí colgada.



Letra

We all came out to montreux
On the lake geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn’t have much time
Frank zappa and the mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
We ended up at the grand hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones
thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we’ll never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky


Nt: el álbum, por si alguien lo busca, es "Machine head".