Trepp - translation

It's morning, I'm walking down your stairs
Which seem longer than they were last night
My stomach suffers from good sex
And climbing your stairs

I know exactly what's waiting for me outside
The town is sleeping, an old woman is cleaning the streets
And finally I arrive home
I don't wish nothing more than sleep

The stairs have several hundred steps
The stairs have long handrails
They could tell us a lot, tired steps
Up the stairs, to your room, the night is short
Coming down I once again dissaprove my foolish heart