text_original: Song and dance will arise at night from the village girls, and on festival days everyone will repair to God's house to thank Him with grateful tears for what He has done.... Ah, a golden time was my time of childhood!... Carried away by these memories, I could weep like a child.
text_transcription: SONG AND DANCE WILL ARISE AT NIGHT FROM THE VILLAGE GIRLS AND ON FESTIVAL DAYS EVERYONE WILL REPAIR TO GOD'S HOUSE TO THANK HIM WITH GRATEFUL TEARS FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE AH A GOLDEN TIME WAS MY TIME OF CHILDHOOD CARRIED AWAY BY THESE MEMORIES I COULD WEEP LIKE A CHILD
phonemes: sˈɔŋ ænd dˈæns wɪl ɚɹˈaɪz æt nˈaɪt fɹʌmðə vˈɪlɪdʒ ɡˈɜːlz, ænd ˌɔn fˈɛstɪvəl dˈeɪz ˈɛvɹɪwˌʌn wɪl ɹᵻpˈɛɹ tə ɡˈɑːdz hˈaʊs tə θˈæŋk hˌɪm wɪð ɡɹˈeɪtfəl tˈɪɹz fɔːɹ wʌt hiː hɐz dˈʌn.... ˈɑː, ɐ ɡˈoʊldən tˈaɪm wʌz maɪ tˈaɪm ʌv tʃˈaɪldhʊd!... kˈæɹid ɐwˈeɪ baɪ ðiːz mˈɛmɚɹiz, aɪ kʊd wˈiːp lˈaɪk ɐ tʃˈaɪld.