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HUMO EN EL AGUA By SEÑOR COCONUT January 8, 2012

Filed under: 2000+,Latin / Dance,Señor Coconut — spanishpoplyrics @ 12:45 pm

I’ve been a bit busy recently, so this week I’ve let someone else do the work! Let’s compare this translation of the Deep Purple song by Señor Coconut with the original English lyrics.

It’s from his 2003 album ‘Fiesta Songs’. Mr. Coconut is actually German, but you wouldn’t guess that from this cheeky salsa version of the rock classic.

N.B. The first two verses are pretty close to the original, but the last verse goes off on a bit of a tangent.

SMOKE ON THE WATER

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 Stones mobile 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
HUMO EN EL AGUA 

Nos fuimos todos a Montreux,
en la costa del lago Ginebra
A hacer discos con un móvil,
no había tiempo de más
Frank Zappa y The Mothers
tenían un sitio ideal
Pero un estúpido piromano
Nos incendió el local

Humo en el agua, fuego en el cielo

El lugar, lo ví quemar
Se oía un ruido infernal
Funky Claude no paró de correr
Lográ a los ninos salva
Al final de todo
Había que otro sitio mover
El tiempo suizo se acabó
La carrera vamos a perder

Humo en el agua, fuego en el cielo

Termínamos en el Grand Hotel
Era frío, nada se puede hacer
Cuando los Rolling Stones tocaron su música
Nos volvímos aprender
Una conga allá, un timbal aquí
Hicimos a Pedro bailar
No importa lo que allá pasado ahí
Yo sé, nunca lo va a olvidar

Humo en el agua, fuego en el cielo
GUITAR CHORDS:
Duh – Duh – Dur

Duh – Duh – DUR – Duh

 

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