text_original: Put your finger on the lips Of your soul; the wild rain drips; The wind goes diving down the sea; Tell the wind, but tell not me.
text_transcription: PUT YOUR FINGER ON THE LIPS OF YOUR SOUL THE WILD RAIN DRIPS THE WIND GOES DIVING DOWN THE SEA TELL THE WIND BUT TELL NOT ME
phonemes: pˌʊt jʊɹ fˈɪŋɡɚɹ ɔnðə lˈɪps ʌv jʊɹ sˈoʊl; ðə wˈaɪld ɹˈeɪn dɹˈɪps; ðə wˈɪnd ɡoʊz dˈaɪvɪŋ dˌaʊn ðə sˈiː; tˈɛl ðə wˈɪnd, bˌʌt tˈɛl nˌɑːt mˌiː.