text_original: Wainamoinen long reflected How to get the magic fire ball To Wainola's fireless hearth stones, To his cold and cheerless dwellings. Quick he snatched the fire of heaven From the fingers of the Sun child. Wainamoinen's beard it singes, Burns the brow of Ilmarinen, Burns the fingers of the blacksmith.
text_transcription: VANAMOINEN LONG REFLECTED HOW TO GET THE MAGIC FIRE BALL TO VINOLISE FIRELESS HEARTHSTONES TO HIS COLD AND CHEERLESS DWELLINGS QUICK HE SNATCHED THE FIRE OF HEAVEN FROM THE FINGERS OF THE SUNSHILST VANAMOIN AND SPEAR IT SINGES BURNS THE BROW OF IL MARIN BURNS THE FINGERS OF THE BLACKSMITH
phonemes: wˈeɪnɐmˌɔɪnən lˈɔŋ ɹᵻflˈɛktᵻd hˌaʊ tə ɡɛt ðə mˈædʒɪk fˈaɪɚ bˈɔːl tə weɪnˈoʊləz fˈaɪɚləs hˈɑːɹθ stˈoʊnz, tə hɪz kˈoʊld ænd tʃˈɪɹləs dwˈɛlɪŋz. kwˈɪk hiː snˈætʃt ðə fˈaɪɚɹ ʌv hˈɛvən fɹʌmðə fˈɪŋɡɚz ʌvðə sˈʌn tʃˈaɪld. wˈeɪnɐmˌɔɪnənz bˈɪɹd ɪt sˈɪndʒᵻz, bˈɜːnz ðə bɹˈaʊ ʌv ˈɪlmɚɹˌaɪnən, bˈɜːnz ðə fˈɪŋɡɚz ʌvðə blˈæksmɪθ.