Smoke on the water.....

Y las hogueras eran el centro de todo el ritual.....
alrededor de ellas se danzaba en busca de fertilidad.....
que los nuevos guerreros por venir sean fuertes.....
alrededor de ellas se ofrecían las ofrendas a los dioses.....
para poder ver en la oscuridad y en las tinieblas al enemigo.....
alrededor del fuego se encendían las pasiones.....
y los amantes fundían sus cuerpos en la eterna búsqueda.....
y entre la noche festiva, una sombra observaba desde lo lejos.....

Buenas y santas!!!

Contarles que ya esta el guión definitivo del video, en estos días se comenzará con el desarrollo del storyboard, y los últimos detalles y se comenzará a definir las locaciones y a solicitar los permisos para poder filmar en los lugares seleccionados, y también ya esta en marcha la preproducción de las canciones que conformarán el tan ansiado cd.

En esta ocasión presentamos otro cover más, es el turno de una banda legendaria y que particularmente es una de mis preferidas, de Depp Purple me refiero y un clásico como "Smoke on the water".

Como siempre agradecer a los que nos siguen apoyando de todas las formas posibles, es largo el camino, pero sintiéndonos acompañados es mucho más fácil de recorrerlo, gracias!!

A los que viven en Argentina que este domingo esten lúcidos y a votar con conciencia.

Que tengan una semana con muchos proyectos a cumplir, disfrutenla.

Besos y abrazos.

Guille

Reza, pero no dejes de remar hacia la orilla. (Proverbio ruso)


Smoke on the water
Deep Purple

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
Smoke on the water

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


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And the bonfires were the center of all the ritual.....
around them they danced in search of fertility.....
that the new soldiers to come becomes strong .....
around them they offer offerings to the Gods .....
to be able to see in the dark and in the darknesses the enemy .....
around the fire the passions ignited .....
and the lovers fused their bodies in the eternal search .....
and in the festive night, a shade observed from far .....

Hi everybody!

We want to tell you that we have finished the definitive script of the video, in these days will be begun with the development of the storyboard, and the last details and will be begun to define the leases and to ask for the permissions to be able to film in the selected places, and also we started the pre-production of the songs that will conform the so longed for CD.

Another cover in this occasion it’s the turn of a legendary band, one of my favourites, Deep Purple with classic one " Smoke on the water".

As always we want to thank to everybody that help us in this long road, is long the way, but feel accompanied is much more easy to cross it, thanks!

To all the people that lives in Argentina this Sunday vote with consciousness.

have a week with a lot of proyects! enjoy it

kisses and hugs

Guille

pray, but you do not stop rowing towards the border. (Russian Proverb)


Smoke on the water
Deep Purple

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
Smoke on the water

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