|Текст песни Deep Purple - Smoke On The Water|
|We all came out to Montreux,|
on the Lake Geneva shoreline.
To make records with the mobile,
we didn't have much time.
Frank Zappa and the Mothers,
were the best place around.
But 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.
A funky Claude was running in and out,
pulling kids out of 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.
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 their.
With a few red lights, 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.