Las cosas no son como son

Las cosas no son como son, sino como yo quiera que sean
Esto lo aprendi del amigo MAX ESTRELLA de luces de bohemia (RM Valle-Inclán).
Hoy dejo una canción con la letra que es como yo quieor que sea, no como es:

Sweet Mari[n]e- Timo Räisänen
(tmb me wstaba el titulo my submarine... provad a oirlo e decirlo, keda d puta madre)

Were we still kissing when you knew that we were through?
Were we still holding hands when you began to see us from another point of view?
Tell me was I slipping before I even knew
Did I fall down and make my mind go black and blue?

Didn't I know, and couldn't I see
And why did I have to make those same mistakes
My sweet Mari[n]e

Did I hit the wall before I knew which way to go?
Couldn't I just understand when you said no no no no no no no no no no
Were you deciding me with conscience white as snow
You should win an Oscar for how active you performed the show

Didn't I know, and couldn't I see
And why did I have to make those same mistakes
My sweet Mari[n]e

I've got so many worries I'm afraid my head will explode
I'm doing everything to help you get away from this load
It's hard and complicated but I never learned you're code
You're code
You're code
You’re fucking code

(So) Were we still kissing when you knew that we were through?
Did I make it impossible for one plus one to equals are two?

Didn't I know, and couldn't I see
And why did I have to make those same mistakes
My sweet Mari[n]e

Didn't I know, and couldn't I see
And why did I have to make those same mistakes
My sweet Mari[n]e

(Yeah, wooh, aaah)

Oi mucha historia: abderramen abderramen nadie

te qeria pero tu escapste de la carniceria