Lyrics:
Gasthaus bleib' ich fern Spargel, im Juni, wenn's vorbei is Speis' ick wieder jern Spargel, der meiste wächst in Beelitz Spargel, kommt aus'm alten Rom
das Geld, den Schwarzen die Mädels Weil wir brauchen bloß unseren Spargel aus Beelitz Bescheidene Menschen, einfache Menschen Arbeiter, Handwerker,
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