Deep Red - Smoke on the Water

We all came out to Droch Aimsir,
on the Lake Aimsir shoreline,
to make records with a mobile,
we really had much time.
Siddârtha and the Clanfathers,
were at the best place around.
But some genius with a hash-pipe,
burned the weed to the ground.
Smoke on the water, fire in the pipe.

They burned down all weed they had,
it died with a well-known smell,
Che Santanos tasted it very well,
pulling ashes on the gorund.
When it all was over,
he had to find another place,
but Dutch time was running out,
it seemed we would lose the race.
Smoke on the water, fire in the pipe.

We ended up at the Grand Hotel,
it was empty cold an bare.
But with the rolling truck stoned outside,
making politics there.
With a few red flags 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 pipe.