WKRÓTCE Lyrics – Quebonafide

WKRÓTCE Lyrics Meaning

[Zwrotka 1: Quebonafide]
Sometimes things that seem like a big deal turn out to be nothing serious, like a storm cloud that brings only a little rain. People leave and new ones show up, and even the bad luck that scared you yesterday loses its power. The pain will fade, arguments will stop, and you’ll turn your lowest moments into strength. Life might still have its weight, but your spirit will feel lighter, and everything will slow down into a calm, peaceful pace.

[Refren: Quebonafide]
Soon you’ll start feeling better, and the problems that felt impossible will become easy to handle. There’s hope in knowing that tough times pass. You’ll dance again, full of joy, singing your favorite songs, feeling light, maybe even laughing again on a beautiful day. It’s not far off—it’s coming.

[Zwrotka 2: Quebonafide]
That next drink won’t ruin you, and maybe the person who once ignored you will finally notice you. Though he jokes that this might be false hope, because he hates hearing forced positivity. He talks about indulging in late-night snacks and not caring what others think anymore. Even when surrounded by negativity, he imagines escaping to a peaceful beach with a hammock, a book, and no stress—just calm. The everyday mess is gone, everything’s in order, and life feels balanced, like a fresh pair of sneakers. The chaos is over, and there’s finally room to exhale. The nightmare fades, and the rest starts to fall into place.

[Refren: Quebonafide & Chór]
Very soon, the weight on your shoulders will lift, and you’ll take on old challenges with ease. That stuck feeling will be replaced with lightness, dancing through life again. You’ll feel that spark come back, singing familiar songs under bright skies. Everything that felt too hard will feel manageable again. The dark cloud will pass, and joy will slowly return, maybe not all at once—but enough to believe in better days again.

[Zwrotka 3: Oki]
But that’s tomorrow, because today just feels impossible. He can’t even get out of bed—it’s like the bed has some strange pull. He compares how he feels to a war-torn place, saying even eating is hard, let alone doing laundry. He’s been here before and came out of it, but today feels especially rough. He throws in a dark comparison to show how trapped he feels. He hasn’t learned to love himself fully, joking about Kanye’s self-love. He feels like he’s fallen hard again, like Tiger Woods in his lowest moments. His throat feels tight, like a knife is there, and he’s desperate for something to pull him out, like auto-tune saves bad vocals. He’s not even using weed to escape—he’s just stuck in emotional swings, hoping for that promised “soon.”

[Refren: Quebonafide & Chór]
Hang in there, because soon, you’ll breathe easier and things won’t feel so heavy. The hard stuff you’ve been carrying will get easier to handle. Life will have rhythm again—you’ll move through the day feeling light, dancing, laughing, singing old songs that bring joy. That peaceful, beautiful day isn’t just a dream—it’s getting closer, little by little.