text_original: Bring on the lights, the music and the wine, Ere the long silence give our feast to scorn ! Let us forget all that we dread we are, And let the mind s unknown horizon shine, As the heart graces with mirage of morn The night about its lost and lonely star.
text_transcription: BRING ON THE LIGHTS THE MUSIC AND THE WINE ERE THE LONG SILENCE GIVE OUR FEAST TO SCORN LET US FORGET ALL THAT WE DREAD WE ARE AND LET THE MIND'S UNKNOWN HORIZON SHINE AS THE HEART GRAZES WITH MIRAGE OF MORN THE NIGHT ABOUT ITS LOST AND LONELY STAR
phonemes: bɹˈɪŋ ɔnðə lˈaɪts, ðə mjˈuːzɪk ænd ðə wˈaɪn, ˈɛɹ ðə lˈɔŋ sˈaɪləns ɡˈɪv ˌaʊɚ fˈiːst tə skˈɔːɹn ! lˈɛt ˌʌs fɚɡˈɛt ˈɔːl ðæt wiː dɹˈɛd wiː ɑːɹ, ænd lˈɛt ðə mˈaɪnd ˈɛs ʌnnˈoʊn hɚɹˈaɪzən ʃˈaɪn, æz ðə hˈɑːɹt ɡɹˈeɪsᵻz wɪð mɚɹˈɑːʒ ʌv mˈɔːɹn ðə nˈaɪt ɐbˌaʊt ɪts lˈɔst ænd lˈoʊnli stˈɑːɹ.