[00:00.000] 作词 : Ian Gillan/Jon Lord/Roger Glover/Ritchie Blackmore
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ian Gillan/Jon Lord/Roger Glover/Ritchie Blackmore
[00:53.168]We all came out to montreux
[00:56.948]On the lake geneva shoreline
[01:01.707]To make records with a mobile
[01:06.314]We didn ’t have much time
[01:10.823]Frank zappa and the mothers
[01:14.350]Were at the best place around
[01:18.945]But some stupid with a flare gun
[01:23.115]Burned the place to the ground
[01:26.889]Smoke on the water,fire in the sky
[01:57.108]They burned down the gambling house
[02:01.190]It died with an awful sound
[02:05.477]Funky claude was running in and out
[02:11.226]Pulling kids out the ground
[02:14.529]When it all was over
[02:17.952]We had to find another place
[02:22.272]But swiss time was running out
[02:26.374]It seemed that we would lose the race
[02:30.310]Smoke on the water,fire in the sky
[03:58.330]We ended up at the grand hotel
[04:02.829]It was empty cold and bare
[04:05.803]But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
[04:11.997]Making our music there
[04:14.204]With a few red lights and a few old beds
[04:19.435]We make a place to sweat
[04:23.22]No matter what we get out of this
[04:27.228]I know we ’ll never forget
[04:31.189]Smoke on the water,fire in the sky

作词 : Ian Gillan/Jon Lord/Roger Glover/Ritchie Blackmore
作曲 : Ian Gillan/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 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