I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She’s got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin’ little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine

I told her that I was a flop with chics
I’ve been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said “What you need is Love Potion Number Nine”

She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said “I’m gonna make it up right here in the sink”
It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink

I didn’t know if it was day or night
I started kissin’ everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine

I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink
I didn’t know if it was day or night
I started kissin’ everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine

Я со своей проблемой подошел к мадам Терезе -
Ты помнишь ту цыганку с золотым зубным протезом?
Есть у нее на Авеню подпольный погребок,
Принять где можно любовного питья глоток.

Я ей сказал: «В любви мне не везет,
Уже давно, уже не первый год!»
Мне на ладони погадав, ответила она:
«Настойка номер девять для любви тебе нужна!»

Она согнулась, развернулась, подмигнула мне,
Сказала «Снадобье приготовлю в гальюне!”
Оно чернело и воняло, словно скипидар,
Я нос зажал, глаза закрыл и выпил этот дар.

Был день, не знал, иль ночь настала вдруг.
Но начал целовать на Авеню я всех вокруг.
Когда здесь полисмена целовать настало время,
Разбил он склянку с настойкой номер девять.

Я нос зажал, глаза закрыл, я выпил этот дар.
Была ли ночь, иль день уже настал.
Но я на Авеню всех поголовно целовал.
Когда здесь полисмена целовать настало время,
Разбил он склянку с настойкой номер девять.
Любви настойку номер девять.
Любви настойку номер девять.
Любви настойку номер девять.

I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin’ little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine

I told her that I was a flop with chics
I've been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said “What you need is Love Potion Number Nine”

She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said “I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink”
It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink

I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissin’ everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine

I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissin’ everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine

My problem is approached Madame Theresa -
Do you remember that Gypsy with the gold dental prosthesis?
She has on the Avenue underground cellar,
Take love where you can drink a SIP.

I said to her: "In love I have no luck,
For a long time, already not the first year!"
My palm pogadaev, she replied:
"Potion number nine love you need!"

She bowed, turned around, winked at me,
Said "the Drug is cooked in the latrine!"
It was black and smelled like turpentine,
I nose pinched, eyes closed and drank the gift.

There was a day, didn't know Il night came suddenly.
But started kissing on Avenue I all around.
When the COP to kiss is the time
He broke a bottle of tincture nine.

I nose pinched, eyes closed, I drank this gift.
Whether night or day is already here.
But I Avenue all the polls kissed.
When the COP to kiss is the time
He broke a bottle of tincture nine.
Love the infusion room nine.
Love the infusion room nine.
Love the infusion room nine.