I came into this world as Aloisia VeltéeMy home was enveloped by the mountainous zoneDo not envision me within a relais I lived in the city were Klimt’s kiss was blownThe Hofburg, the Philarmonic and DemelAre parts of my dear hometown that are well-known But the Stadtpanoptikum was just as wellMy father was the founder of this KohlmarktWhere people could see living pictures and dwell I helped as I could, at the cashier I workedI felt the Austro-Hungarian MonarchyPatriotism in my films was clear, not lurkedThree men in my life, for my craft, were the key:My brother Claudius, Anton Kolm and Jakob FleckWe were a fine motion pictures crew, us three All of the steps of filmmaking I would checkWith Kolm and Fleck we founded Wiener KunstfilmI enjoyed working also at the splicing deck We began shooting some DokumentarfilmIn the Prater with its hustle and bustleThe foreign competition was strong in film But our Habsburg storytelling had muscleOur goal was shaping highbrow entertainmentWe wanted our work to make noise, not rustle Adapting literary texts was frequentSocial drama, criminal genre, comedyAre all the styles I used to represent Rape, abortion, impotence, with honestyI went from Hosenrollenfilme with trousersTo motherland propaganda policy I was the mightiest of Österreich espousersThe aftermath of World War I was a messThe financial crisis was breeding grousers We dissolved the company to avoid stressMy husband Anton fell ill and passed awayMy bond with Jakob led to a wedding dress I was one through my two spouses from that dayLuise Kolm-Fleck moved to Berlin to work againForty films were made, but success did not stay Something happened, it was Hitler and his menMy consort was Jewish, so trouble beganHis films were signed under my son Walter’s pen But circumstances got much worse for my man:Dachau and Buchenwald concentration campsFriends prevented him from being a deadman They made us flee to Shanghai with many thanksIn China our craft truly grew with Fei MuYet World War II obliged us to break these ranks Intentions of expats were a misconstrueWe left the South East with hope in our pocketsAustria’s post-war film studio had come through We dreamt to work wonders again on film setsThe world and cinema around us had changedHowever I felt blest and hold no regrets.