text_original: See with what longing the hills stretch their arms to the setting sun. The shadow lengthens and holds them; they seem to be asking A last kiss, O Lidia!
text_transcription: SEE WITH WHAT LONGING THE HILLS STRETCH THEIR ARMS TO THE SETTING SUN THE SHADOW LENGTHENS AND HOLDS THEM THEY SEEM TO BE ASKING A LAST KISS OH LYDIA
phonemes: sˈiː wɪð wʌt lˈɔŋɪŋ ðə hˈɪlz stɹˈɛtʃ ðɛɹ ˈɑːɹmz tə ðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn. ðə ʃˈædoʊ lˈɛŋθənz ænd hˈoʊldz ðˌɛm; ðeɪ sˈiːm təbi ˈæskɪŋ ɐ lˈæst kˈɪs, ˈoʊ lˈɪdiə!