Penachos Rojos

Red Plumes
Waving in the wind
Like a clarion call of freedom
They are our notes, a sublime message
Like a call to brotherhood

In our school, we have the fountain
Where love is inspired and born
Red Plumes, you will be my pride
Flower in bud, soul and heart

We represent the art of the soul
We are the vanguard of our school
The vibrant melodies, so real
Are loyalties to the noble duty

Vibrant drums and brass shine
Always inspired, ready to sound
Saint Cecilia protects our lyre
Red Plumes, forever brotherly!