text_original: Meeting your dark eyes' splendour, Feeling your warm, sweet breath, How could you know that my passionate heart Had died a horrible death? Died in its fever and fervour, Died in its beautiful bloom; And that waltz of Strauss was a funeral dirge, Leading the way to the tomb.
text_transcription: MEETING YOUR DARK EYES SPLENDOR FEELING YOUR WARM SWEET BREATH HOW COULD YOU KNOW THAT MY PASSIONATE HEART HAD DIED A HORRIBLE DEATH DIED IN ITS FEVER AND FERVOUR DIED IN ITS BEAUTIFUL BLOOM AND THAT WALLS OF STRAUSS WAS A FUNERAL DIRGE LEADING THE WAY TO THE TOMB
phonemes: mˈiːɾɪŋ jʊɹ dˈɑːɹk ˈaɪz splˈɛndɚ, fˈiːlɪŋ jʊɹ wˈɔːɹm, swˈiːt bɹˈɛθ, hˌaʊ kʊd juː nˈoʊ ðæt maɪ pˈæʃənət hˈɑːɹt hæd dˈaɪd ɐ hˈɔːɹɪbəl dˈɛθ? dˈaɪd ɪn ɪts fˈiːvɚ ænd fˈɜːvɚ, dˈaɪd ɪn ɪts bjˈuːɾifəl blˈuːm; ænd ðæt wˈɔlts ʌv stɹˈɔːs wʌzɐ fjˈuːnɚɹəl dˈɜːdʒ, lˈiːdɪŋ ðə wˈeɪ tə ðə tˈuːm.