text_original: Out in the silence of the mountain passes, The heart makes peace and liberty its own   The wind that blows across the scented grasses Bringing the balm of sleep  comes not alone.
text_transcription: OUT IN THE SILENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN PASSES THE HEART MAKES PEACE AND LIBERTY ITS OWN THE WIND THAT BLOWS ACROSS THE SCENTED GRASSES BRINGING THE BALM OF SLEEP COMES NOT ALONE
phonemes: ˈaʊt ɪnðə sˈaɪləns ʌvðə mˈaʊntɪn pˈæsᵻz, ðə hˈɑːɹt mˌeɪks pˈiːs ænd lˈɪbɚɾi ɪts ˈoʊn ðə wˈɪnd ðæt blˈoʊz əkɹˌɑːs ðə sˈɛntᵻd ɡɹˈæsᵻz bɹˈɪŋɪŋ ðə bˈɑːm ʌv slˈiːp kˈʌmz nˌɑːt ɐlˈoʊn.