All your demands will be met.

Allt av din demandna vill blar farn.

Don't wash the bottle in the dishwasher

Vaþar inte Flasken i Dyþklänären.

Colorless green dreams sleep furiously.

Kolourløsz, grån drämna slåpar firoiszlaj.

bye $

Tillvidarsånar.

Fight linguistic extinction. Invent a language!

Kämpar lingustyk økstynktion. Farn än sprak!

When my great-great-grandfather was a young man, he travelled out into the world. First he went west; there was only sand there. Then he went north; there was only snow there. Then he went east; there the mountains were too high and great-great-grandfather couldn't climb them. At last he decided to travel south, on foot, on horseback, by cart and by boat. In the south he saw the largest city in all the world.

Hvan min grät-grät-farfar / grät-grät-morfar var än jung man, han har itta Världan gàtravølt. Första han gårt väst; okh tår var bara sand. Tån han gårt nord; tår var bara snö. Tån han gårt äst; okh tår Berganna var akksa hygh okh grät-grät-farfar/grät-grät-farmor käld inte dom klymbar. Till last han har døkædt söder travølar, baj valkar, baj hursbakk, baj kart okk baj seglar. I Söderan han sånt grossäst stad i alla av Världan.

Happy birthday!

Till din gàburntsdag

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

I Fældanna av Flanders Kåklikoanna bluvar mellan Krussanna, ruv baj ruv, det markar våri plak; okh i Skajan Larkanna sängar still bravlaj, flajar skarklaj vå Ginanna bøluv. Våra är Gàdætan. Þurt dagna agu våra liväka, fåläka davn, sånt sinsøtna gluvar, älskt okh var älskt, okh ny våra læar i Fældanna av Flanders Tar upp våri kämp vå Fuan: Från faalar händerna vi zruvar dig Turðan; Det är din, huldar det hygh. Yþ du kännar faaz vå våra hvas tött, vi vill slåpar inte, tåg Kåklikoanna gruvar pa Fældanna av Flanders.

Tradition is the old corrupting the young to please the dead.

Tradytion är Gamlan kurriptar Jungan till Gàtöttan pläsar.

The Rain Song It is raining in the night in the desert It is raining My soul is peaceful. The raindrops are falling in the daytime on the leaves The raindrops are falling My heart lifts. The time of rain has come For a time in the mountains The time of rain has come My soul rejoices.

Raanan Sung Det raanar i Nyghtan i Døsørtan. Det raanar Min söl är fredig. Raandrupanna fjallar i dagtid på läfna Raandrupna fjallar min hjärt lyftar. Tidan av raan har kommt par än tid i Berganna Tidan av raan har kommt, min söl røjokøjar!

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Du kåpar isar det vurd. Jag tänkar inte det mänar hvað du tänkar det mänar

As you wish.

Ùs du vyþas.

Certainly.

Kørtaanlaj.

No problem.

Yð n'äran intä än prubløm.

Very well.

Vøraj vøll.

Let's get moving.

Våra måsta stùrtaga muvøjar.

Reporting for duty.

Røpurtar par ditaj.

Tell me what to do.

Sandar mà hvað Jag måsta fara.

Ready for action.

Rädaj par ùkton.

Yes?

Ja?

What do you need?

Hvað nådas-du?

Where is my room?

Hvar är min rüm?

Where is the bar?

Hvar är Bùran?

PORTIONS OF THE MARRIAGE CEREMONY (PART 1) [Now the priest will give a golden chain that he has just blessed, to one of the candidates, and the candidate will place it on the neck of the other candidate, and recite after the priest:] I [name] bind myself to you [name] from this day forward, whether in times of happiness or sadness, whether in days (full) of sun or rain, in good health or bad, wealth or poverty, and we will set forth on the course of our new life, always bound and united in soul and body. Thus I pledge to you my love and honor forever. [And the other candidate will do and recite the same] (PART 2) [Now the priest will say:] Let us pray to/call upon/ the Spirits [And everyone in attendance will say or sing:] Father Sun, shine upon their life, Sky, be always clear, Earth and Rain, help them to grow, Sister Vuruna, illuminate their nights, Brother Lalap, let your behavior toward them be good, Mother Sea, be calm when they sail on your surface, Wind, inflate their sail(s) and cool their faces, Forest, give them shade and shelter, Rock Spirits, do not obstruct their path, Little (golden) chains made of love, bind them, All you Spirits and Cousins too, guide and bless them when they set forth on their course with faith and love. May it be so, verily, may it be so forever.

Purtionna av Helgatidskallan (Pjart 1) [Ny Præstan vill gear än gyllen ðaan det han har just gàbløsst, till oss av Kandydatanna, okh Kandydatan vill plakar det på Nøkkan av Naran kandydat, okh säjar nagh Præstan:] Jag, {namn}, byndar æ til dig, {namn}, från tås dag, huruvida i tidna av gladanøss eller salnøss, huruvida i dagna av söl eller raan, i bra hälz eller mal, välz eller puvørtaj, okh våra vill begynar på Körsan av våri ny liv, alltid böndt okh inytt i söl okh kropp. Su Jag plødgar till dig min älsk okh hunur förlara. [Okh Naran kandydat vill fart okh säjar Saman] (Pjart 2) [Ny Præastan vill sandar] Dar vi betar till Spyrytanna [Okh alla det är prøsønt vill sandar eller sängar;] Far Söl,

The boys whom I saw yesterday were Karl and Jake

Pojkanna hvas Jag har gàsånt jaradag ärþar Karl okh Jàka

Merry Christmas!

Glada Helgdag

Emma

Ämma

James

Jàms

Mary

Märi

Oliver

Olljivär

The apple is red.

Ùppløjan är Rot.

I give John the apple.

Jag gyvøja John Ùppløjan.

She gives it to him.

Hön gyvøjan yð att hän.

I don't give John the apple.

Ja na gyvøja intä Ùppløjan att John.

I want to give it to her.

Jag vanna gyvøjar yð att hon.

Hello #conlang, this is my careful writing and this is my scribble note taking script.

Goðan dag Svørgska, tås är min kùrøfil gàskræbt, okh tås är min skrybbløj nutøjna takkan skrypt.