[Strophe 1]
I might run out of reasons,
my engines fade away,
I might run out of tunes and songs
but no, you don't fail me.
The way is convoluted
but I have it clearly:
I seek you, I wait for you, I call you
so that no, you won't fail me.
[Bridge]
Your love is many-coloured, when you're not there
the wind is empty.
[Chorus]
I'm a jigsaw
and you're the perfect, correct piece
made for me, tell me yes.
I want to be at your side,
old folk sitting, wrinkly love,
and to make you laugh, tell me yes,
tell me yes, yes, yes,
tell me yes, yes, yes.
[Strophe 2]
On the days when I don't see you
you kiss me from afar.
On my list there are neither seconds nor thirds,
Why would there, when you are all?
[Bridge]
Your love is many-coloured, when you're not there
my canvas is blank.
[Chorus]
I'm a jigsaw
and you're the perfect, correct piece
made for me, tell me yes.
I want to be at your side,
old folk sitting, wrinkly love,
and to make you laugh, tell me yes,
tell me yes, yes, yes,
tell me yes, yes, yes.
[Strophe 3]
There are things in life we know without anyone telling us,
you were born to love me and I exist to bring warmth to your days.
Tell me yes, yes, yes.
Tell me yes, yes, yes.
[Last chorus]
I'm a jigsaw
and you're the perfect, correct piece.
I want to be at your side,
old folk sitting, wrinkly love.
Tell me yes, yes, yes,
tell me yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, tell me yes.