When fate has led you to a square that is occupied By a spirit, so to speak, that is so much your own kind Then these sobs, right there and then, of course become as one And, just like that, right on that spot Annoyance great is born A thing that just cannot be passed by lonely travelers in this play Nor can these souls remove that pair, as it obstructs their way Oh, these great annoyances They even move as one Of course, with only half the speed of their sad number thrown Which, of course, requires even numbers to be thrown That is two or four or six Just in case you didn't know See, fate has led them to this place, which now is occupied By two souls that became one And of a certain kind