Super Girl Romantic Boys: Osobno, CD
Super Girl Romantic Boys: Osobno, CD
€11.90
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Super Girl Romantic Boys
Osobno

  • CD
  • Poland
2016 studio album by Synth-Punk band from Poland
  • Antena Krzyku
  • (none)
  • 10 Tracks
  • EAN 5907996081202
  • M / M
  • used
  • sealed

tracks

1

Gorzko, Gorzko

4:25
2

Sylwester S

4:26
3

Zassani

3:50
4

Nic

3:42
5

Wielkie Oczy

4:16
6

Stop! Klatka

4:25
7

Tani Lot

5:08
8

Nie Rozumieć Słów

3:35
9

Tylko Korytarze

4:00
10

Cienie

3:24

Credits

Artwork
  • Mahdad
Design
  • Slumsi
Mastered By
  • Marek Ołdak
Music By
Text By
  • Pustostator
  • Super Girl Romantic Boys
Percussion
  • Filip Rakowski
Photography
  • Eliza Kos
Recorded By
  • Jakub Orłowski
  • Paweł Cieślak
Translated By
  • Alicja Grabarczyk

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