Sterla - $kyhook, Dano, Innercut

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

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