text_original: It does not matter. For my restless heart Is numb to sorrow, or to pleasure's touch. Since it must be that we two drift apart, Why, nothing matters much.
text_transcription: IT DOES NOT MATTER FOR MY RESTLESS HEART IS NONE TO SORROW OR TO PLEASURE'S TOUCH SINCE IT MUST BE THAT WE TOO DRIFT APART WHY NOTHING MATTERS MUCH
phonemes: ɪt dʌznˌɑːt mˈæɾɚ. fɔːɹ maɪ ɹˈɛstləs hˈɑːɹt ɪz nˈʌm tə sˈɑːɹoʊ, ɔːɹ tə plˈɛʒɚz tˈʌtʃ. sˈɪns ɪt mˈʌst biː ðæt wiː tˈuː dɹˈɪft ɐpˈɑːɹt, wˈaɪ, nˈʌθɪŋ mˈæɾɚz mˈʌtʃ.