Translation of the song lyrics Sterla - $kyhook, Dano, Innercut

Sterla (original)

Si tienes amigos no olvides amarlos
Fuimos desde chicos cómplices pa' largo
Vidas complicadas con fines amargos
Shout-out para los pibes de Almagro
Desde los quince en el barrio pintando en Guardia Vieja
Casa de Xavi abierta, huyendo de la miseria
La vida es una peli cara, pero es gratis verla, hey
Rest in peace a Mati Sterla
Guacho atrevido, siempre ágil, vivo
Perspicaz, un festival de tipo
Con las palabras era un asesino
Haciendo bromas por los techos de los edificios, bajo el sol argentino
De poco sirve to' lo que consigo
Si vuelvo al barrio y tú no estás conmigo
Tengo recuerdos pa' cincuenta libros
Alza tu copa por los que se han ido
Esto es pa' los que no están
Todos esos palos que nos dan
Primo ya no puedo más
Me duelen los ojos de llorar
Fotos pegadas con celofán
Esto es pa' los que no es… hey!
Esto es pa' los que no están
Todos esos palos que nos dan
Primo ya no puedo, más
No quiero llorar
Fotos pegadas con celofán, yeah-ie-ia

(translation)

If you have friends don't forget to love them
We were accomplices for long from boys
Complicated lives with bitter ends
Shout-out for the Almagro kids
Since I was fifteen in the neighborhood painting in Guardia Vieja
Xavi's house open, fleeing misery
Life is an expensive movie, but it's free to watch, hey
Rest in peace to Mati Sterla
Bold guacho, always agile, alive
Insightful, a fest of sorts
With words he was a killer
Making jokes on the roofs of buildings, under the Argentine sun
It is of little use to' what I get
If I return to the neighborhood and you are not with me
I have memories for fifty books
Raise your glass for those who are gone
This is for those who are not
All those sticks that they give us
Cousin I can't anymore
My eyes hurt from crying
Photos glued with cellophane
This is for those who are not… hey!
This is for those who are not
All those sticks that they give us
Cousin I can't anymore, anymore
I do not want to cry
Photos glued with cellophane, yeah-ie-ia