Tell Me About Tomorrow

PILLS

NO VANITY

TELL ME ABOUT TOMORROW

Teenage Heartbreak

How It Ends

Sober

Slowly Healing

FREAK feat. jxdn

WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS

Ever wondered what happens if you take grandma’s favorite proverb, throw it into a blender with 12 European languages, add some reverb, and serve it chilled over a lo-fi beat? Boom — this track. 🪩✨

From Prague’s beer jugs to Lisbon’s wine pitchers, from Moscow’s rope metaphors to Rome’s fat cats (don’t ask), we’ve basically made a pan-continental TED Talk about how “if you keep doing dumb stuff, it’s gonna break.” But instead of clapping politely, you can vibe, nod your head, and pretend you suddenly understand Bulgarian brass wisdom at 3 a.m.

Warning: Listening may cause spontaneous proverb-quoting in public places. Side effects include: quoting in languages you don’t speak, explaining to strangers that “it’s a metaphor, bro,” and looking way more philosophical than you actually are.

So hit play, pour one out (carefully, jugs are fragile), and remember: If you keep going back… one day it’ll crack. 💥🥛

Lyrics:

They told me once in Prague, with a smile so sly,
„Tak dlouho se chodí se džbánem…“ till the handle says goodbye.
In Warsaw they whisper, carrying their load,
„Dzban wodę nosi…“ till it breaks on the road.

Budapest nights with the old folks’ cheer,
„Addig jár a korsó…“ till it disappears.
And down in Zagreb, you can hear them say,
„Koliko god puta…“ you’ll break it one day.

Every language has the warning, every street’s the same,
You push your luck too often, you’re the only one to blame.

If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
C’est comme ça, pas de retour en arrière, pas de track.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Так є завжди, нема дороги back.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
So ist das Leben, es schlägt dich whack.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Así es la vida, no hay otro track.

In Ljubljana fountains, the echo’s real,
„Vrč hodi toliko časa…“ till it breaks on steel.
Serbia shouts it with a Balkan beat,
„Колико год пута…“ till you’re knocked off your feet.

Sofia sings with a Balkan brass,
„Колкото и да ходи…“ it shatters at last.
Lisbon with a fado, Porto with the wine,
„Tantas vezes vai o cântaro…“ one day’s the line.

Rome gets cheeky with a cat and the fat,
„Tanto va la gatta…“ till she leaves her paw at that.
Paris goes classic, the wisdom intact,
„Tant va la cruche…“ till the bottle is cracked.
Moscow just laughs, with a rope in hand,
„Сколько верёвочке ни виться…“ but it always hits the end.

If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
C’est comme ça, pas de retour en arrière, pas de track.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Так є завжди, нема дороги back.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
So ist das Leben, es schlägt dich whack.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Así es la vida, no hay otro track.

From Prague to Porto, from Berlin to Belgrade,
Every jug at the fountain learns it’s handmade.
The wisdom’s eternal, the message is stacked:
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack.

One Day It’ll Crack

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