This transcript was created using the Ph.D. team's feed. Way, way up north, beyond the mountains, where the sun hides. The road that runs along the border will take you to the house of Mariana. Mariana, Mariana, butterfly kisses, colliders go by. Mariana, Mariana, butterfly kisses, colliders go by. The wind is cold as it blows from the north. Just turn away, walk to the sun. I travel alone, my soul is ancient. The mere destruction of the faith that leads you home. Mariana, Mariana, butterfly kisses, colliders go by. Just think one day, we'll share his skin. Love finds a way, come back again. Mariana, Mariana, butterfly kisses, colliders go by. Mariana, Mariana, butterfly kisses, colliders go by. colliders go by. Mariana, Mariana, butterfly kisses, colliders go by. Mariana, Mariana, butterfly kisses, colliders go by. Mariana, Mariana, butterfly kisses, colliders go by.