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