Brigada Ramona Parra

Chilean kid,
you're the spark of the new brigade,
the streets of the town
wake up with your brightness.

Your brush is the song
that paints the blue of the sky,
that fills the homeland
with light, love, and brotherhood.

Young comrade,
you're building your hope,
you light up the walls
with a red cry for freedom.

Your path hides
night and pain,
eagerness and courage.
Lying there you stayed,
from dust and blood
the flower you left grew,
writing the air,
writing the air.
Comrade, onward!