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  • 作词 : Ian Gillan/Ian Paice/Jon Lord/Roger Glover/Ritchie Blackmore
    作曲 : Ian Gillan/Ian Paice/Jon Lord/Roger Glover/Ritchie Blackmore
    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 in town
    When some stupid with a flare gun
    Burned the place to the ground
    Smoke on the water
    A fire in the sky
    Smoke on the water
    They burned down the gambling house
    It died with an awful sound
    Funky Claude was running in and out
    Dragging kids out the ground
    When it all was over
    We had to find another place
    Swiss time was running out
    It seemed that we would lose the race
    Smoke on the water
    A fire in the sky
    Smoke on the water
    We ended up at the grand hotel
    It was empty, cold and bare
    And with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
    We made our music there
    With a few red lights and a few old beds
    We made a place to sweat
    No matter what we get out of this
    I know I know we'll never forget
    Smoke on the water
    A fire in the sky
    Smoke on the water
  • 作词 : Ian Gillan/Ian Paice/Jon Lord/Roger Glover/Ritchie Blackmore
    作曲 : Ian Gillan/Ian Paice/Jon Lord/Roger Glover/Ritchie Blackmore
    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 in town
    When some stupid with a flare gun
    Burned the place to the ground
    Smoke on the water
    A fire in the sky
    Smoke on the water
    They burned down the gambling house
    It died with an awful sound
    Funky Claude was running in and out
    Dragging kids out the ground
    When it all was over
    We had to find another place
    Swiss time was running out
    It seemed that we would lose the race
    Smoke on the water
    A fire in the sky
    Smoke on the water
    We ended up at the grand hotel
    It was empty, cold and bare
    And with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
    We made our music there
    With a few red lights and a few old beds
    We made a place to sweat
    No matter what we get out of this
    I know I know we'll never forget
    Smoke on the water
    A fire in the sky
    Smoke on the water