text_original: Our people, the people of Warsaw, are so scattered, that it is the same as though they did not exist. As for the others, the enemy, they laugh. I know of one lady who lost a child  But there is no use to talk.
text_transcription: OUR PEOPLE THE PEOPLE OF WARSAW ARE SO SCATTERED THAT IT IS THE SAME AS THOUGH THEY DID NOT EXIST AS FOR THE OTHERS THE ENEMY THEY LAUGH I KNOW OF ONE LADY WHO LOST A CHILD BUT THAT THERE IS NO USE TO TALK
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ pˈiːpəl, ðə pˈiːpəl ʌv wˈɔːɹsɔː, ɑːɹ sˌoʊ skˈæɾɚd, ðˌɐɾɪt ɪz ðə sˈeɪm æz ðˌoʊ ðeɪ dɪdnˌɑːt ɛɡzˈɪst. æz fɚðɪ ˈʌðɚz, ðɪ ˈɛnəmi, ðeɪ lˈæf. aɪ nˈoʊ ʌv wˈʌn lˈeɪdi hˌuː lˈɔst ɐ tʃˈaɪld bˌʌt ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ jˈuːs tə tˈɔːk.